"His light will not shine only on me, and it cannot only shine on me."
There is this sentence written in her math book.
Since then, her drafts have not only contained messy doodles and mathematical formulas, but also a luminous name.
And it's on every page.
This is a love that cannot be approached and cannot be expressed.
She often wonders, if he is not well known to everyone, can it be regarded as a hazy and beautiful secret love when she was young and ignorant?
But he is well known to everyone, and there are traces of him almost everywhere he goes.
This can be regarded as a secret love, a serious secret love, like the hollow inside the century-old locust tree that has been eaten away by termites, the beautiful appearance, but the hollow and powerless inferiority complex.
And the light he radiates will only turn into rotten and yellow leaves when reflected on her body. They look fragile and can only wither quickly in the end.
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"In my youth, there was such a person. He was an outstanding and dazzling presence. So as time goes by, I will never forget him."
"His light was so dazzling that it made me step back again and again."
She likes to be cautious, but she also has her own pride.
But how could she have imagined that somewhere she couldn't see, he had been waiting for a long time.
He has a special status on stage, so how can he express his deep love?
[Two-way secret love × two-way rush]
In the confused days, she let him find her, and in the groggy moments, he pulled her out of the dark abyss.
As long as they are together, they are their best selves.
Concept: We are all the protagonists of our own lives and the light of our own world
