"At the age of seventeen or eighteen, secret love is a one-man show."
He knows that I like him, but he only knows that I have liked him.
He didn't know that somewhere he didn't know, I liked him again for a long, long time.
The breeze is blowing, the sun is shining just right, and the boy I like is still young.
There is a prototype, it is my personal experience
I just want to write this article to record this wonderful experience for me in my youth.
If you don't like it, don't spray it.
Concept: A girl's worries