Ask for a sad prose and poem about unrequited love.

Many people have loved someone they can't have. What is presented here is not a beautiful regret.

If one day, it's my turn to tell a secret into a story.

The story I want to tell is called, I liked someone.

This sentence may make many people feel embarrassed.

And what they really want to hear is, after that, are you together?

If I say that we are together, then quarrel, then separate, and then get together again ... If I say that I confessed later, but the other party ignored me, then we turned against each other and then let bygones be bygones, and everyone is happy. ...

Of course, I made it up. There is not so much reality in my story, and there is no escape.

People who tell good stories always know where to end, cut redundancy and leave the best.

Until you stand still and retreat to the cocoon.

So my secret will be beautiful. That's called unrequited love, that's called youth, that's called regret, that's called giving up when you applaud, that's called a young boy.

But I'm not like that.

Luo Zhi

Very good. I hope I can help you.