First love is like the small white flowers on the ivy, blooming one after another under the moonlight of memories.
There is a person hidden deep in each of our hearts. Every time we think of him, we feel a little heartache, but we are still willing to keep him in our hearts. Even today, I don't know where he is or what he is doing. But at least I know that it was him who made me understand what first love is.
Conception: