I want to say that I like you, but I don't know how to tell you. I can only ask the stars to convey it to me every night.
I want to like you, but I don't know how to pursue it. I can only miss you day and night.
I want you to like me, but there is nothing I can do. I can only be trapped in the trap I set for myself.
I want to touch you occasionally, but my eyes will always be your phantom, and I can only touch your name all over the paper;
I want to hold you and not let go, but I can't see the real you, so I can only hold the air tight and pretend it's you;
I want to stick to everything you say, but I don't know which one is not true, except that you will like me.
Blue sky, green grass; Clear water, clear; Black shirt, white skirt.
Hand in hand, we walked forward step by step without saying a word, just ignoring each other.
Smile, quiet, beautiful and romantic. Passers-by stop because of us, and birds stop because of us. We walked on, forgetting day and night.
Pale moon, faint light; Weak star, downtown; Left hand, right hand.
You suddenly disappeared, and my left hand was holding my right hand. It turns out that you have never been here, and everything is false, except for you I imagined, except for my thoughts.
Cold and cheerless. Trying to go back in time, but not; I tried to forget you again, but the more I tried to forget, the more profound I was. Maybe I am too pessimistic, maybe you will really like me a little, and I can only pray what I call "maybe".
I will never forget the first time I met you. I stand at the door of your classroom and look at you. We looked at each other, and your shy eyes tried to avoid my sight, as if to fly out of the window. Our faces are red. Maybe you don't remember. Many times, you came out of the teaching building to the dormitory and almost shouted your name, just to let you know that I was watching you; Many times passed by, but you didn't see me, but I just felt you by my side, stopped, turned around and watched you disappear from my sight.
I still miss you so much, maybe it is the persistence and continuation of love, but I still dare not say it out loud as before, because I am afraid of breaking up like this, and I am afraid that you will blindly avoid me ... Although we have another layer of distance-space distance, it has deepened that yearning, and I want to see you. Even if I see you, I will only look at you shyly and say nothing; What about you? Will you forget me?
I don't want to say that I like you, but you already know;
I don't want to like you anymore, but I can't seem to extricate myself;
I don't want you to like me anymore, because my talent is not worthy of your beauty;
I don't want to touch you, because I am afraid of falling into the trap of love;
I don't want to hug you, because I am afraid that people will laugh at me whenever I hug the air;
I don't want to cling to what you said, because I know that even this can't impress you.
However, I can't. I will still be persistent, for you, just for you. ...