In my sophomore year, when I met you, it was the first time that I liked someone so much. I hid my love and slowly got closer to you, closer to you.
You are the source of my endless desire to fall into the sea, and the sweetness that makes me feel bitter.
In my second year of high school, when I met you, it was the first time I liked someone so much. I hid my love and didn't dare to get close. I only dared to secretly hide a rose in the bouquet to express my metaphorical but not explicit love.
You are the source of endless love letters that I can write, and you are also the sweet candy that makes me suffer so much.
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