In the summer when I was seventeen years old, the sycamore leaves hid my unspoken heartbeat. The white peach candy on the desk and the distant eyes looking at each other in class are all evidence of a two-way secret love. An unexpected parting, she could only push him away with indifference and hide her preference in her heart. Later, she was stuck in her memories and couldn't forget him. He had already let go of the past and started a new life. Some misses can only make the seventeen-year-old heart beat forever in the summer wind of that year.
Intention: The gap between one-way obsession and two-way relief