Secret love is very bitter, just like flowers blooming in the summer wind and growing brightly. I don't know what the wind is thinking. I want to dance with it, but it's full of heat when it blows. I don't know when summer will leave, nor the blooming period of summer flowers. It is said that the joy of youth may be a lifetime of happiness or a lifetime of regret. I can't see the result, so I just want to be confused once and run towards you. I'm afraid that if the wind gets strong, I won't be able to find you and me again.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day