The two diaries do not spy on each other.
Countless diaries belong to the girl's turbulent and secret love,
The few strokes belong to the young man's ignorant and vague perceptions.
They have the same spring, summer, autumn and winter,
But they live in completely different thoughts.
I regard you as my entire youth,
To you, I am just a fleeting fragment in life.
"In the future, the mountains will be high and the water will be long. There will be no words on the edge of the inkstone. I won't have to write a diary for anyone anymore."
Intention: Some things you like don't need to be expressed or known.
