I have seen a young man in his most impulsive state. The drunken street light blocked the side of the young man's face, catching him off guard.
"If we were separated, would you still like me or... Miss me?"
"Yes."
You know, I think I remembered that autumn with you for a long time.
When I like him, I always show off deliberately, fearing that he won't know, and I'm afraid of wishful thinking.
My love spreads all over my body. In fact, every inadvertent movement you make is a beam of light that I am pursuing.
Intention: Two-way redemption
