"He is the young man chasing the moonlight on the stage, and she is the coward who applauds him most vigorously in the audience."
From then on, she could only stand in the crowded crowd and wish her boy a happy life.
The spring breeze blows and the birds return.
The first buds sprouted from the branches. She stood under the pear tree and saw the high-spirited young man walking towards her holding flowers.
To the end,
I had to be careful,
Try to sneak closer,
Touch your transparent heart,
Guess your expression when you unseal it,
I only dare to write the opening chapter,
To you.
Intention: secret love
