From the moment I decided to like you, I knew what I was crazy. I thought it's best for you to say anything and do anything. I think it's right because I like you. So even if you treat me coldly, I still think you're charming, grumpy, gorgeous and cute. I probably didn't save my unexplained depression, depression and silence. I don't know where it comes from and when it leaves. Sometimes I'm like a psychopath. I don't care about you. If you really like me, please don't leave me. Although I don't necessarily make you happy, I'm not necessarily perfect, but you will be very relieved in me. I don't know if you are the only one in my life. I'm not sure if I met you at the right time. People still meet the right people at the wrong time. The only thing I can be sure of is that I like you very much. When I think of you, I will unconsciously raise my mouth. When I hear your name, I will suddenly become silent. When I am alone at night, I will think of you. I always ask myself why I still insist on insomnia. But I only know that I can't let you go. Maybe you are not the best one. Maybe it's not the best one for me, but I know that when I meet you, I don't want to be bored anymore. It's the most serious and stubborn persistence I can give you. You don't need to give me any answers. I just want you to know that I still like you. I just want you to know that I don't want to leave any regrets on you. I just want you to know that I really like you. You don't know that I don't want to talk when your information is very slow. I said the last sentence. It's really cold every morning. Can you lend me 50 yuan to buy milk tea?<br>
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