Looking back at the things I had a crush on at the beginning, there are joy, sadness, regret and indifference...
When I was a freshman in high school, I secretly had a crush on the male classmate sitting behind me. And I still didn't show it, I just added □□, and occasionally chatted a few times, or sometimes my good roommates would help drag me to discuss physics problems with him. I have been quietly liking him for nearly a year. I thought I could keep him quietly in a corner of my heart, but my Ozu cut off this small corner with a knife...
Intention: Looking back on the secret love at the beginning, it was either beautiful, sad or indifferent...