I like you, starting from the first face, starting from a piece of candy.
I like you, but I haven't spoken yet. Only the pen knows, only the scratch paper knows, only the letter knows, only the wall knows, only the sun knows, only the bright moon knows, it seems like everything knows except you.
I like you, your smile, the temperature of your fingertips, the breath on your body, and every hair of yours makes me crazy. And I can only look at you silently and quietly, looking forward to you and not daring to disturb you.
You are the scorching sun in summer, the cold moonlight in winter, and the wind, flowers, snow and moon that my eyes have painted inch by inch.
I like you, I really want you to understand, but I can't let you know.
I like you, I don't know when I started. Maybe it was when you looked at me and smiled, maybe it was when you were running in my eyes, I can't remember or untie it.
I like you, tell it like it is. Heaven knows, the earth knows, every dust, every tree, every mountain, every river between heaven and earth knows. Now, I want you to know.
I like you. The pen turning on your fingertips, the beads of sweat falling from your hair, and the wind passing by you are all infiltrating and infiltrating me bit by bit. I want to look into your eyes, hold you in my arms, and invade every bit of your life.
You are 17 years old and have unsolvable math problems.
I like you, and I am telling you in this ninth love letter between you and me. I hope you understand and know.
The articles written by consuming useless energy and relaxing in your spare time may not be very long, and the stories may not be so interesting, so I hope everyone can just read them for entertainment. I am quite busy during my internship, so I will update from time to time.
Concept: youthful and ignorant love