Secret love is a sour fruit hidden deep in the heart,
It hides the astringency of youth and the sweetness of memories.
Like a fruit before it is ripe, if it has been stored for a long time,
There will also be a tenderness that is reluctant to lose in the acid.
I always remember it during the monsoon rains,
The steaming egg-filled pancakes at the alley,
I remember walking with him on the way to school,
Remember those heartbeats hidden deep in my heart that have never been spoken.
The sour fruit will also secretly ooze sweetness at a certain moment.
And those things that I couldn't say, I finally want to tell you.
Haven't seen you for a long time.
Concept: The unspoken heartbeat of youth has grown into a sour fruit that will not ripen. When we meet again many years later, we have become peaceful adults. We have missed our entire youth through the years and distance. Only when we meet again do we understand that some feelings do not have to be perfect. The sour fruit itself is the truest appearance of youth.