It throbs for a while, as gentle as the breeze, like the soft waves of Cambridge.
He is the flower on the high mountain, and I am the traveler in the valley.
To him, I was a passerby in his life, walking through his world.
To me, he is a glimpse on my journey, but like the stars that are beyond my reach, I am amazed but also out of reach.
My heart beats when I was young, it comes without any reason and goes too hastily.
But reality is reality.
All of this, I only wish that parallel time and space really existed
Intention: secret love