A long time ago, my secret love was building a castle alone in the wilderness.
At that time, I was thinking that love should bring tears, sometimes sadness, and sometimes ecstasy.
Will he look back for me? I always believe in miracles. After all, companionship is the longest confession of love.
Later, as I grew older, I realized that some things cannot be changed by the influence of love alone.
He couldn't see the lie I told because he didn't see my eyes red from crying.
So, finally one day, dawn came, and I counted the long-dusted memories for him.
I think the memory will punish him for me.
So this time it's not a lie, it's never seen again.
Intention: Don't always lose before cherishing.