[Secret Crush] [Regret]
That summer, some things were intense and unforgettable.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps between the leaves and into the classroom.
He was the bruise of my girlhood,
a secret I never dared to speak aloud.
A girl's heart is something she keeps buried deep inside,
as pure and clear as the water in a brook, untainted by anything.
Its sweet aftertaste can always make you imagine things,
as though touching him would make my heart beat faster.
Was it always just wishful thinking?
The cicadas outside the window were so noisy, it was impossible to concentrate.
I looked again at you, leaning by the window.
Theme: Meeting is fate. If we don't speak up, it can become a regret of youth. May we all leave a mark on our youth.
