It's a very short story. I just wrote it when I suddenly wanted to write it. It's my first time writing an article. Don't laugh at my poor writing style (Ｔ▽Ｔ)
If I never have the courage to touch you in this life
Then I will entrust you to my endless imagination
I know I don't have the ability
So I can only painfully indulge in my conscious delusion
I'm a coward
is a coward
It's a fern in a dark, damp corner
I hate my own weakness
But often satisfied with the fact that it does not exist
Intention: Without intention, it is just random thoughts in daily life