Even I can't tell the color of the roses all over the mountains and plains. You seemed to stop in front of me unintentionally, but I thought you were waiting for me to bloom.
I have no one to light a lamp for you in the corner, and I love you secretly when the fog has not cleared. It's a pity that daybreak, my inferiority complex finally ended with your dawn
"The scheming academic master & the lamb in wolf's clothing"
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Concept: Frustration and warmth in youthful confusion