"It seems like we were all there at that time, and I can remember everything at that time. Time is really like a monster with legs, running very fast." In the blink of an eye, five months ago, my high school teacher was still reminding us every day not to fall in love or engage in "sunset red". But now, my teacher tells us that we must give ourselves a chance to fall in love, and we don't want to go to college for four years without even having a relationship. But now, I seem to have become indifferent. I don't want to take the initiative to look for her. I believe in the so-called fate. Probably, it is the pain of secret love.
Intention: hesitate, hesitate, miss