A silent relationship is like a silent movie, but it is heartbreaking to watch;
An ordinary love is like the cool breeze in summer, blowing away all the heat;
A simple brush of shoulders, seemingly no intersection, but it began to spread slowly;
This story is like the morning light, slightly sweet with dew.
There is a kind of love that is always pure like first love, shy, reserved and innocent.
This story blooms in summer, among white roses.