In the peripheral vision of the third row of the classroom, I hid my entire youthful thoughts.
She stood on the podium and gave a lecture, chalk dust fell on her shoulders. I didn't dare to look up, but I secretly remembered her voice and her profile for three years.
I know that we are separated by a platform, an identity, and a whole world.
This unspoken love was eventually put at the bottom of the box together with the graduation photos, and became a secret that only I knew.
Purpose: to express the ignorant admiration and restraint of adolescence, to explore the boundaries and respect between teachers and students, and to write about the unique regrets and growth of youth.