I met a person when I first fell in love. From then on, my eyes only followed him.
The day I met him, a bright flower appeared in my barren heart. During the years when I secretly liked him, this flower bloomed more and more, and I allowed it to grow wildly in my heart.
Those chance encounters, casual glances at each other, the clear shadows under the street lights, the tall and straight figures in the convenience store, and the handsome young men sweating wantonly on the playground, all made my heart move.
What a pity, because of the fear of rejection, those loves that I have never dared to express have been hidden deep in my heart and become the nourishment of unknown little flowers.
Maybe he is the butterfly, a butterfly that I thought was indifferent and wandering around.
But after seeing the garden where he lingered, I realized that he was the blazing sun that belonged exclusively to that garden.
Concept: Secret love is a person's chaos