She is waiting for someone, he is waiting for someone.
This is a tragedy about love
in fact
I don't know if I should hold my heart in my hands.
Or should we show mercy to the people in front of us?
I was very young when I wrote this story
Only early fifteen years old
When I woke up, I had a big dream
Record the dream
It's the original "Waiting"
I didn't know what love was at that time
I'm eighteen now
Have someone you love
he doesn't love me
I didn't wait for him either
But I admire those who wait persistently
Intention: Waiting does not necessarily require results