I know that when I start to fall in love with you, I care a lot more than myself. Looking back in 2019, I always worry about your safety because you're living in a dangerous place, and every time I ask you, you haven't answered me, or you need me to wait a day. Maybe I know I'm not important to you, but it still makes me feel confused about what I'm supposed to do when I meet you in Hong Kong. You're the only one I care about. Why can't you still think you're special?