If possible, I would rather my youth be as calm as a windless river, with no one worthy of my regrets and nothing that I will never forget for a long time.
Maybe it was only during school basketball games that I dared to keep my eyes on him. Every time he holds the basketball and fights on the court, his jersey is soaked with sweat, and he shouts with the players after making the basket, and the water squirms in his throat, my chest becomes extremely hot. But I am particularly taboo about others spreading and teasing me, because I am afraid that they will dislike me because of it. Perhaps, my youth is destined to have ups and downs because of him.
Intention: Youthful Regret