Secret love is a peach blossom forest in the memory of youth. When youth passes, the peach blossom forest is still fragrant and blooming, but we can never go back. Only a cloud made of rain is left, lingering in place in the memory of youth, unable to move forward.
Here, I would like to record the secret love episodes in our growth process in the quietest words, retaining those once purest emotions, and also use the most peaceful words to record the secret love episodes in our growth process, and also use the most peaceful words to record the secret love episodes in our growth process.