I seem to be daydreaming that he who likes me also likes me. I stand on the opposite side of the seemingly inevitable possibility and insist on believing in the possibility that he also likes me. I thought that if I seriously like someone, I can love and get them, but it seems that I can't become a hero when I travel on a motorcycle. It turns out that not being able to love is normal, but being able to love is a gift.
Intention: Wishful thinking of two people being happy