My youth is a one-man show that no one knows about.
From looking at each other from a distance when we were young, to secretly cherishing each other year after year, I quietly left the heartbeat, timidity and restraint of my entire youth to the same person.
I once plucked up the courage to confess my love, only to get decent friendship boundaries.
I once wrote a long letter of my heart, pouring out all my thoughts for several years, but in the end I only waited for silence.
He is gentle and decent, calm and clear all boundaries with silence.
And I am trapped in memories, staring alone, tossing about alone, and letting go alone.
After many years, we met by chance in a sea of people, and our eyes met without any disturbance.
I finally understand that the best ending is never to get a response, but—
Not surprised when we meet again, relieved of the past, and tenderly reconciled with my younger self.
A quiet and grand youth secret love, no bloodshed, no entanglement, only growth and letting go.
Purpose: To tell a story about a youthful secret love that you can't get, without asking for a two-way relationship, focusing on self-growth. True relief is not about forgetting the past, but about accepting regrets, settling yourself inward, and completing reconciliation with your younger self.