─“do you have any more secrets?”
─“yes, I do”
─“can you tell me?”
─“well, once a lizard sprung on me
and I've been really scared of them ever
since then.
─“oh? but it doesn't sounds like a secret though.”
(you're right, because it is really not a secret, oh but how do I tell you? how do I tell you that i shed tears──everytime I got hurt because of you? and when i drink my morning tea I think about every sweet word you ever said to me? how the wind whispers I love...