I fell in love with a person who was not recognized by the world and dared not say it out loud. She was the secret of my girlhood, my own fantasy. This was a secret love that lasted for half a lifetime. It only had a beginning but no end, and she didn't know it from beginning to end. From the first meeting to getting to know her better, there was no deliberate intention, it was so natural, as if fate pushed me towards her and was attracted to her. I also regretted meeting her, but that was just an excuse for my secret love not having a perfect ending.
Intention: Live hard and enjoy slowly.