My heart skipped a beat when I received a helping hand during a power outage in junior high school. I hid my thoughts in my diary and did not dare to confess. I only dared to be a nearby bystander. When I entered high school, I was in Class 1 and he was in Class 13. The two buildings were far apart, and only the gymnasium, canteen, and evening playground could be seen from a distance. I tried to let go over and over again, but failed again and again. I encountered hundreds of distant encounters without a single active greeting in the whole process. The crowd of graduates dispersed without saying goodbye, taking photos, or confessing. He spent my entire youth, but never knew my thoughts. All the bustle fell into silence, leaving a permanent void in my heart, only boundless emptiness and unknown regret.
Concept: Secret love is the practice of youth alone, regret and vacancy are also marks of growth