I just want to be myself

I will simply be an ordinary girl, letting you—a hot boy—warm my heart, and letting me melt away the coldness inside you in a way no hot girl ever could.

If you were the wind, what would I be? People often compare playboy, romantic guys who love one girl today and another tomorrow to the wind. Because the wind is unfixed, unfaithful; it has intense emotions but also fades away quickly. But I know the place where the wind stops is where the sunshine is, because the sunshine blends with the wind, making it stop rushing through the passage of time. So, I will be the sunshine, my wind.

If you were the prince of old tales, should I be the princess? The truth is, the prince riding a white horse sets out to seek success rather than to find a princess to marry. It's just that along the way, he accidentally meets her, perhaps saving her from danger, or winning a victory and thus being granted marriage by the king. I don't want our love story to feel like a favor or a reluctant acceptance... so I refuse to be the beautiful princess, and instead, I will be the white horse accompanying you everywhere, staying by your side like destiny.

If you were a hot boy, should I rush to crown myself a hot girl? Hot boys are usually cold in both outer appearance and inner soul, which is why they are so attractive. Hot boys rarely smile, but when they do, they conquer the hearts of countless girls. Of course, a hot boy isn't literally a "hot" guy, yet he can scorch your heart if you happen to fall for him. So why should I become a hot girl just so the two of us burn each other out? I will simply be an ordinary girl, letting you—a hot boy—warm my heart, and letting me melt away the coldness inside you in a way no hot girl ever could. Simply because between us exists something called love.

If you were a tycoon, I wouldn't qualify to be your long-legged beauty, because my height of barely five feet plus two inches only fits the title of "short legs." So, would you want to become the bald, big-bellied tycoon of some long-legged girl out there? Of course, if you wanted that, you would lose an adorable short-legged girl like me.

If you were neither the wind, the prince, the hot boy, nor the tycoon, what would I be?

I would still just be me—the one who loves you and is loved by you in return. But sometimes, I still have to pose the "If... then..." question just to know we exist for each other, because the love we have for one another flows as steadily as the pair of words "If... then..."

If you are reading these lines, it means I am loving you so very much!