In the same grade, in different classes, an encounter with the orchestra in the first year of high school became the biggest secret in my entire youth.
I fell in love at a glance in the noisy rehearsal hall, and my eyes followed the girl Wen Yixing who played the violin forever.
Countless deliberate encounters, secretly watching, cautious approaches, the surging love in my heart, I can only hide it.
I am timid by nature and do not have the courage to confess. I dare not break the thin boundary. I am afraid that once I say it, I will lose the qualification to stay by her side.
Across the crowd, the music score, and the sound of strings, I hid my secret love deep in my heart.
I don't ask for a response to my heartbeat, I don't ask for a two-way rush, I just hope that through the fate of the orchestra, through my identity as a classmate and friend, I can quietly stay by her side, and in the long days of my youth, I can guard this grand heartbeat that no one knows about, hidden in the strings.
Intention: The silent secret love of young people, restraining timid heartbeats, guarding silently in the name of friends, accepting the regret of not being able to love, and cherishing the tender and cautious preference and loneliness of youth.