You don't know I love you,
It is the little heart-beating flower secretly buried in the early summer after silently following you on the bicycle;
You don't know I love you,
It's the gentle holding of hands on the classroom seat, the blush when I turn my head to look at your side face;
You don't know I love you,
When you gradually disappear from my world, I still remember the strokes of your name;
They say people fall in love with someone, forget about them, and then fall in love again
But I seem to have only learned the first step.
I don't know how to love you, I don't know why I love you,
I love you more than you know.