We had a whole summer without anyone else.
The desks, rainy nights, blackout classrooms, and the silent look back at the stairs are all secrets that belong only to us.
Later, reality hit him, and he hid his love and pretended to be alienated.
I thought he didn't love me anymore, but I didn't know that he spent countless unbearable days and nights in a place where I couldn't see him.
Midsummer has passed, and the youth is gone.
The love that only happened when I was seventeen will always remain in my memory.
Intention: People will meet the person who illuminates them when they are young, and they can save each other and piece together a complete summer. But the price of growth is having to push away the people you cherish most. Some tenderness can only be hidden in the dark and cannot be seen in the light, and some deep affection can only be disguised as indifference. This love that no one knows will eventually turn into dusty memories, reminding us that the passion and purity of seventeen years old only come once in a lifetime.