This is one of countless youthful loves. As a childhood sweetheart, I sat behind you in the winter and quietly warmed my hands under your hood. The T-shirt I wore in my school uniform secretly matched your color. I pretended not to understand the questions I knew how to do... And so on, and so on. But everyone understands that this kind of beauty will end. In most stories, it becomes a common but distinct youth for many people, in a beautiful or not beautiful form. For those sad and unsatisfactory parts, when we grow up, we call it life.
Intention: As your understanding grows, you will gradually understand that loving is more powerful than being loved. Never forget the feeling that comes because one wants to shine.