I always thought that time was meant to be shared together, but now I want to treasure it secretly.
Why?
Probably because I met you, met you, and found that the world seemed different.
You want to say where it is, it seems that the sky is a little bluer, the leaves are a little greener, and the world becomes a little more beautiful.
We are noisy in these green years, watching the future beckoning. I wish I could just stay in this noise and not look at the annoying future.
Thank you, thank you. Let me secretly have a wonderful time.
Concept: The campus is green, with budding love, pure friendship, lovely teacher-student relationship, or precious family ties. We grow up well in this world, and then rush to the next stage of life.