Friends said this story is a bit vulgar.
I laugh. In fact, life is just a clichéd story. There is not so much excitement, and most of it is dull...
So, this is just a story about a secret love.
Time passes slowly like water, and we catch the tail of youth, but we don't have time to pay tribute. When many things are marked with past tense symbols, what we search for are only those subtle regrets.
I have missed it, I have been helpless, the secret hidden deep in my heart, I have no chance to tell it. When I want to tell it, I find that it has been corrupted in the deepest corner of my heart, and that person is no longer...
"The years go to the left, we go to the right." I would like to commemorate those young years that passed by quietly.
Conception: