When you were young, I planted a mind-reading tree in your heart, but you cut it down with your own hands in your youth. I ignored it and asked you to pay me for the tree, but you, always gentle, pushed it away and walked away.
A few years later, the mind-reading tree planted in my heart by others was about to bloom into happy flowers. I even saw the flower bones, but you came to me and told me that he was not your interpreting flower.
What should I do with you? Can anyone tell me.