If someone asks me, what is a secret love?
I would answer like this: "Secret love is like mist in the rain. Even though you know that it may clear up after the rain, it still lingers in the same place."
Is it a pity that we are together or a pity that we are not together?
Being together but not being able to be together all the time is what I regret the most.
Be short story
Intention: Love must be boldly spoken out