All I can do is have a secret crush on you, waiting through days like these for you to say we can be together. All I can do is have a secret crush on you, watching you every day, thinking of you and waiting for you through every dark night.
A tree has a heart, a beauty heads west, a hand props up a chin, a person stands by your side, a heart dies clinging to you, words speak of oneself, ten pieces of furniture, a white spoon, children of both sexes, and living together again. Zexuan, it's so hard to forget you!
The room with the tree; the shoulder soaked with tears; the back that once carried me to school: they are all I have, the ground I can trust and depend on. Qinuo, you are an indispensable part of the world in my dreams, a world so beautiful, so warm, and so bright.