I like someone, but I don't dare to say it.
He is so outstanding, just like the bright moon supported by the stars; and I am just a tiny speck of dust in the vast universe, and we are not a good match.
I like him, but I can't say it, I dare not say it. He doesn't like me. I'm afraid that even if I say it, even this last trace of emotion will be shattered.
He is an excellent person and I am a humble person, but in my heart, I have never given up on him.
I firmly believe that there are only humble people in this world, but there is no humble love.
This article was written by Xiaoqin in memory of a boy. Please forgive me for the poor writing style.
If that person can read my article, it will be Xiaoqin's greatest happiness.
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