April 14, the top of Shuo Mountain.
A bright light streaked across the dark sky, leaving a sky full of stars.
At that time, the night sky looked like day.
The girl's face was full of tears and her eyes were slightly red.
She closed her eyes and whispered a wish:
If a shooting star's wish could come true,
Please don't spill the yogurt.
They don't want to meet.
The year we first met,
She naively thought she had a love that went both ways,
Later I found out,
Those stories are not because of myself
It's because of my best friend.
She can't compete with her best friend
So it's just unrequited love after all
Wishful thinking, endless, and deep.
Intention: Strive for what you deserve and give up nothingness and fantasy.