A story about secret love. We are not as young as before, and it is not up to you and me to gather and disperse. Every secret love is a beautiful gift of youth. If I did it again, maybe I would still like it silently. Heartbeat, collapse, hope, disappointment, loss, regret, and nostalgia. No one is hurt and everything is beautiful. I'm always guessing, but I don't want to keep guessing, but I can't help but guess. Adapted from a true story, but the story has the author's subjectivity and is used to commemorate a period of time...
It's finally over