A drunken encounter at the bus stop made him believe that fate was really wonderful.
When love comes to his heart, he seems to be at a loss.
In terms of relationships, secret love seems to be a dumb loss that I can't refuse.
When fantasy becomes a bubble.
When there are no more expectations.
It seems that I am no longer sinking and blocking.
Destiny is like two kite strings.
Is it staggered or parallel?
He is still following me,
I really want to be able to tell you one day,
I fell in love with you after the day I met you on the road.
Intention: The gift of youth, the meaning of love