The louder the crowd, the quieter I get.
The affection of others is accompanied by noises, booing, joking, and blatant approaching, and even the heartbeat seems to be shouted out to the whole world.
I was the only one who suppressed all the movements under my throat, and even breathed very softly, so softly that I was afraid of being heard by the wind.
I will still glance over at you pretending to be careless during class breaks.
When you laugh, I will quietly breathe a sigh of relief; when you are silent, I am inexplicably tense, afraid that you will be unhappy, and even more afraid that you will break through my gaze that has been hidden for too long.
I don't dare to come forward, I don't dare to confess that I like you,
I'm afraid that my love will be too noisy and disrupt your original relaxed life.
Some people say that you can't hide your love for someone.
But I hid it too well,
It's so good that even I almost believe that I don't care about you at all.
Only I know how noisy my heart beats every time we talk, every time we look at each other.
The noise made my ears hurt and my mind went blank.
But my face was silent from beginning to end.
That time, I mustered up the courage to buy that bouquet of flowers. The former flower shop had long been replaced by a strange coffee shop.
Later I realized that I had missed something and the ending had been written from the beginning.
I'm completely used to this attitude.
No approach, no interruption, no confession, no expectation.
Just stand quietly in the distance and look at you.
You don't need to know that there is someone who has muted all the noise of youth because of you.
The heartbeat is very noisy.
I am silent all the time.
This is me, for you, and for this youth that ends in vain,
The final answer.
Purpose: Face up to the reserved secret love in youth, accept regrets, and reconcile with the worries of youth in solitude and growth.