Everyone has their own secrets. Secrets cannot be shared. Once shared, they are no longer secrets.
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Since I was sixteen years old, I have had my own secret.
My secret is three words. I thought that such a secret was just my own short-term heartbeat.
Only later did I understand that secrets can also become a person's sparkling fireworks, so dazzling that people can't take their eyes away and want to take one more look.
Concept: The sadness and joy of secret love