I met Chen Sheng when I was a freshman and became his best buddy ever since. In the years since I became friends with him, I was afraid that he would know about my feelings for him, I was afraid that he would not know, and I was afraid that he would pretend not to know. Although they are both of the same sex, they still want to overcome obstacles for him, shield him from wind and rain, want to accompany him, and don't want him to be lonely, even if they are friends. But I think highly of myself because I am not as strong as I thought. Many times, I also want to be loved. In the repeated struggles, I suffered a lot. I envy those girls who can like him openly. I am like a coward, huddled in the dark, no one understands me, a one-man show, huddled in a place where no light can be seen, but always longing and imagining that one day he can come to me with a lamp and say: Can I sit next to you?
Concept: A secret love in youth. I like my best friend, both of whom are boys. Confession is redemption or the end.