Youth supports us, who are small, guarding a quiet and fiery heart in this huge era, and ignorantly and clumsily trying to touch another naughty heart. Until time drags on the nothingness of the night, the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand turn our first innocent love, touch, good feeling, and bruised... Secret love.
The first time I am amazed by the whole youth, the first time I focus my eyes curiously and carefully, the first time I am shy, just because those deep black eyes grabbed me... This is our secret love, cautiously shrinking, and devoted without distraction... It is not until the end that we understand that secret love is just a love song of one person, and even hurt, pain, and hatred cannot change the initial strange throbbing.