In my confused youth, when I met you, I didn't know whether this destined fate was salvation or an abyss. I like you, I don't know when I started. And whether you like me or not, I always affirm and then deny. I don't dare to think too much about my position in your heart. I don't dare to think too much about whether you love me, will you always love me, and am I worthy of love? But is it really suitable for you and me to miss each other like this?
Concept: Two people who have redeemed each other are trapped in themselves or each other. Life is already very difficult, but why do two people who truly love each other have to torture each other?