Secret Love ‖ Regret
That midsummer was a bit vigorous
Sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves into the classroom
He was the bruise of my girlhood
It's a secret I never dare to tell.
A girl's heart is always buried deep in her heart
Like the clear water in the creek, pure and without impurities
The sweet aftertaste can always give people an illusion
It's like touching him makes my heart beat faster
Was it always just wishful thinking?
The cicadas chirping outside the window are a bit noisy, and the noisy people can't concentrate
I looked at you again by the window
Purpose: Meeting is fate. Not speaking up will become a regret in youth. May we all leave a mark in our youth.
