That summer, the chirping of cicadas made people irritated, and the sun heated the playground.
I sat in the back row of the classroom and secretly looked at the girl in front of me.
From sixth grade to junior high school, from junior high school to high school, I watched her smile, watch her make trouble, and watch someone else change around her.
I hid my love for seven years.
It wasn't until the end of the college entrance examination that I finally said that I liked it.
But summer will pass, people will grow up, and some hearts will be moved. From the beginning, it is destined to be regretful.
Later I often thought of it,
The secret love of youth is just an empty joy after all, and it will eventually be let go.
Intention: - Dedicated to all those who have had a crush, missed it, and finally learned to let it go.