Secret love is an acrostic poem. Among the lush branches and leaves, it is the love that vividly appears on the paper. It's your slowness that scratches my heart, it's the blushing cheeks that appear but doesn't appear, it's the inconsiderate way you talk about him when the clues first appear. Nothing lasts forever, and love is no exception. Looking back, love has faded, and when I wake up from a dream, love is in a hurry.