Maybe it's just that the wind in the summer is very gentle, which makes me start to think that you like me. My secret love is a person's war. I'm afraid that you know, I'm afraid that you don't know, and I'm most afraid that you know but pretend not to know. Your look in your eyes makes me feel like I'm trying to solve the last big problem in mathematics. I can't solve it but I'm still struggling. It's a little girl's secret love story. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it.
Concept: It's a story about a little girl's secret love.