I would like to dedicate this article to those of us in youth who are secretly in love.
There is only one youth, so hasty and beautiful. The ordinary time we are spending is called youth.
Hope we have a happy ending. Those yellowed diaries that were covered in dust and withered.
If you have the chance, I must let you read page by page.
It's a pity that there are no ifs, it's a pity that it's impossible. Try your best to let go, let the wind blow by, and let the rain wash away.
Purpose: to record a secret love chapter with no ending.