Love that cannot be called love may only be replaced by the word love.
If it's not love, what's the romance? A man is too lonely, a woman is too lonely, and then they collide with each other?
No one said the word love, no one dared to point it out, but everyone knew it.
A phone call, a word of care, a lingering and melancholy night.
"Can I look at you again? Can I?" I asked myself and the sky over and over again, but who can answer?