We met in the library and ended up in the library. From beginning to end, I didn't know your name or your major. Secret love is a person's business. You don't have to have it if you like it. Maybe it's best to miss it.
You are like the tree in front of the library. From a distance, you are sparkling, just like the sun shining on the sea, making waves. Attracting me to walk over, as the distance between you and me gets closer and closer, your light gradually disappears, and finally it is just an ordinary green and plump leaf. I walked away disappointed, but unwilling to do so. When I looked back with nostalgia, you were still shining. So I decided to stand in the sun and watch you quietly from a distance.
Intention: secret love
