I don't know whether to tell you or plant it in my heart when I think of the beauty of accompanying you and your joy. I'm glad to meet you, but I won't tell you, and you won't think how much I like you when I see you. Perhaps joy is just a pleasant mood, perhaps it is the warmth and touch accompanied by knowing each other No matter what it is, it is because of your company that I am happy. If I don't see you for a few days, I will miss the sweetness in my heart, sometimes I will feel inexplicable anxiety and loneliness, and sometimes I especially want to see you.
Maybe I'm too happy to be with you, maybe I'm too depressed for a long time, and sometimes I just want to say it. I really like being with you. Seeing you makes me feel beautiful and happy. Maybe I'm used to your company and sometimes I can't see you, so I guess, where have you been these days? Are you okay? How's your job? Will you be too busy to forget me, will you suddenly disappear into the sea of people, or will I hurt you unintentionally? If so, how sorry we should be!