When we were young, whose story didn't include you at the same table and him next door. How many boys, for the sake of her beloved, are willing to stand behind her and wait silently, listen to her talk about the troubles of youth, solve emotional problems, and help her teach the heartless man who made her cry sad; how many girls, for the sake of his heartbeat, knowing that his heart belongs to him, disguise themselves as a female man, become his good brother, stay by his side, and stupidly help him deliver love letters and chase girls. Hold back the pain in your heart and just hope that he is happy. Secret love is the most luxurious thing we have ever done. For the sake of him in our hearts, we lurk beside him and spend our entire youth loving him without asking for anything in return. When I look back on the past, thinking of this time will also touch the tenderness in our hearts, for my silly self at that time, and for the pure love. There will never be another time when we will be so humble and madly in love with someone. This kind of luxury can only be used once in a person's life, and this time is enough to consume your entire youth.