You've asked me so many questions, and I've told you all I can, but you're still looking at me mysteriously, as if I'm still hiding.

There are some things I said, do you understand?

There are some things, I said, you will be on my side, right?

There are some things that I said that you can pat me on the head and say: What does it matter?

That's why I'm retaining some, if not most, of it, but also retaining my self-esteem and being strong.

I don't know how many times I was looping in my ears about the Japanese song, both the voice and the tone were so familiar, just the first second of the prelude, I knew what kind of story was being told, however, it was even clearer, it also carried a piece of my emotion.

I want to forget, but the sound is just hooked, although the recall is not very pleasant, but I will still think about it over and over again.

I want to hold it in my heart, but I can't resist your "forced questions" again and again.

Sometimes it's so magical, knowing that you won't listen or ask, and you will still answer or ask the answer you want or expect.

It's like two people chatting, obviously they both know it, but they need one person to take the lead in piercing that layer of paper windows, and when the light comes in, they really know that we are opposites at all, and it still takes a long time to run in between reality.

I seem to be the one who gets asked, though.

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