The light and shadow lay on the paper, my hand lightly covered it, the pen tip moved lightly, the ink was not dry, and there was something sparkling about it. My mind lightened up.
Maybe it has something to do with the words I wrote.
Before I had time to think about each word, the overwhelming thoughts came out of the back of the paper before me, and a few words spread out on the white desk paper:
"About Someone"
A secret love from a different perspective, a little bit captivating. It was written when I was still in high school. I was under a lot of pressure at the time and my writing style was more lyrical.
Intention: There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it.