Fall in love with a serious pastime
In the time it takes a flower to bloom
You only met me next to me
A sunny day in May with lightning
There is a time in everyone's youth when a girl is stunned by the three-point shot thrown by a tall boy in a white jersey. The boy once fell in love with the girl in a white skirt when she lowered her eyes and trimmed her hair before her forehead. Then, love came.
Secret love is a person's chaos, unscrupulously running through each of us's fragile youth. Whether it ends bleakly or happily, it is a memorial to that youth in that year.
This is a story, whether sad or happy, but more or less, it has the shadow of each of us. So, dear you, are you ready to reminisce or appreciate the secret love events of those years with me?