Desire too much emotion too fierce you desire and fear anxious want but refuse to reach out what you expect are fluke accidents are superstitious things do not happen in the mind fictional stories daydreams you don't

Too much desire

Emotions are too strong

You are longing and afraid

Anxious to want

But he refused to reach out

All you expect is a fluke

Accidents are superstitions

Nothing is going to happen

Make up a story in your head

Daydreaming

You keep lying to yourself

Whether it happens or not

It all comes down to fate

It's inexplicably weird

Everything is passive

Kindness at the mercy of others

Take everything for granted

Weak resistance

Humiliated by contempt

You silently accept

Can't be uncovered

You can only shake hands and make peace

though

In the heart

I hate you to death

And the powerless self