Secret love is like a wood mouse, you only need to add a little imagination like the red sun to make it come alive, lively and moving.
But one day, someone told me that this was a living mouse. In order to survive, it pretended to be dead in my hands day after day, but I was still playing with it cruelly.
Now I took a closer look and looked at the wood rat again. His beard was still trembling.
Only this time, no red sun required.
Concept: People never grow up