Once the Red Dress Fell Off the Sycamore Tree, No One Would Like It Anymore

I am not a stalker or a persistent pester, nor am I a philanderer who shows mercy at all times, nor am I a lustful person who misses the fireworks and willow lanes. I am a normal man. I know what I am talking about at this moment. I know my heart. After that night, I fell in love with you. I can't help but fall in love with you. You make me sleepless and sleepless all night. Every time I close my eyes, it is your voice and appearance. I know that you have a cold temperament and don't like troubles, but my heart can't help but calm down after you. I don't ask you to respond immediately. I just hope that you will trust me and leave a little room for each other, okay?