I am the astringent fruit on the roadside that no one cares about. In an inconspicuous corner, my love for him grows silently...
No confession, no beginning, no result. What I like is quiet, humble, sour...
From beginning to end, he knew nothing
Intention: To secretly feel my heart in a deserted corner and quietly let go at the end of the years. The secret love of youth is mostly fruitless.