I don't know since when, my eyes have always been involuntarily attracted to him, and I know everything about him, including the fact that I have never appeared in his eyes.
I know all this, but I can't help but focus on him. It has become a habit.
It's hard to change, but I don't want to care about it, just let the weeds in my heart grow and gradually turn into a wasteland.
Really, can I persist any longer... I can't say for sure, but one day, one day I will be tired, and I will spread a little bit of love freely in the autumn dusk, and no one will notice...
Intention: Worry arises from dusk, happiness comes from autumn