This is an article about secret love. Secret love is like black coffee, very bitter and astringent, but sweet and mellow. I love you again without telling everyone. No one knows the bitterness of secret love, only I understand. I try again and again to give up loving you, but I love you when the wind rises, and when the wind falls, I continue to love you. Not all secret loves can bloom, but mine blooms everywhere
Mission: Where there is a will, there is a way