I always hope he finds out that I like him
I am always afraid that he will laugh at my liking
It was he who touched my hair accidentally
It was him who looked back at me inadvertently
It was him who accidentally walked into the classroom and smiled
It's his way of joking unintentionally
Let me gradually become addicted
Gradually palpitations
make me believe
he is special
that day
The booing from classmates
his blush
The girl pretended not to care
Everything doesn't seem very special anymore
Touching your hair is an illusion
Looking back, I was delusional
A smile may have other meanings
A joke too
It's my own illusion
Falling to the ground in a world of endless sunshine
begin to understand
Don't take the meaning casually
Don't over-interpret actions either.
Keep an appropriate distance
focus on yourself
Discussion in class
After class communication
Delivery of Games
night phone call
seems to be needed
But didn't dare to think too much
Concept: I always look forward to him discovering my liking, but also always afraid that he will laugh at my liking.