I love him more than an isolated island in the sea, more than a lonely bird in a rainstorm. His features are engraved in my heart stroke by stroke. My heart beats wildly when we first met, and I feel lost when we meet again. I have secretly loved him for so many years, and he didn't even know that I existed. Yes, secret love is the most painful. Playing alone, from beginning to end, the play ends. , I am the only one. I dreamed of him for the last time. He was still handsome, standing proudly, calm and cold as him. I was full of joy. I could move over with one step, but I couldn't move over with ten thousand steps. I didn't want to be so humble. I thought I would never love this person again. Goodbye to my most beautiful youth.