Falling in love with you secretly is a sour and bitter thing. I have no identity, no position, and no right to be jealous. One sentence can make me happy for days, but one thing makes me sleepless. My secret love for you is probably like a mute eating a lemon. It's sour in my mouth and bitter in my heart, but I can't express it.
Intention: Childhood sweethearts, reunited after a long absence