The secret love you had when you were young will eventually become a dandelion, and it will be gone when the wind blows. . .
The ambiguity, impulse, happiness, and heartache that once belonged only to Yang Jing and Su Yueze, many years later, when they dreamed back at midnight, it was after all just a beautiful encounter, just a beautiful red plum when they were young. . . . .
The secret love that once belonged to us is beautiful.
However, when you look back and see my figure in your sight, I have already gone far. . .
That name that is in my heart, that young man who likes to wear white cotton shirts under the sun deep in my memory, who has a naughty bad smile, and who likes to call me a nerd, bless you.