I have been living a slow life, slowly falling in love with you, secretly liking you, so that even now, I still like you very much...
I still like that song "I always like to write about the overjoyed evening in the book, the bicycle riding and the dialogue between her and him, the boy's white shirt and the girl likes to see him wearing it..."
Intention: A paradoxical secret love, there are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is happy for you, but you don't know it.