How timid and frail is unrequited love?
A place you entered of your own accord, but you’re trapped inside, unable to find an exit.
He doesn’t know a thing, and could one day leave my line of sight, and the love ends passively.
A love that does not bloom flowers, and thus cannot dream of bearing fruit.
A love like a seed that is forgotten. That is unrequited love.
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