Secret love is the throbbing in a person's heart, a chapter in a novel that will never end. Our story will end, but the summer wind will blow my feelings far away. This feeling will pass through the darkness, bathed in moonlight, cross the town, and blow into your ears along the breeze. I mean, I like you, no matter it's eight thousand miles across the border, it's windy, or it's crowded, I still like you. Liking you is my business, I don't need to get an accurate answer, I just want you to know that in this vast world, a drop in the ocean, there is someone who still likes you, and has liked you for a long time. I just hope that in a few years or decades you can remember that there was once someone who liked you very much and you were worthy enough. Even if we are separated by thousands of miles, I still like you, because love, regardless of east or west.
Intention: Youth