Sixteen years old is a beautiful age. It gradually loses its childishness, but retains the innocence of a child; gradually begins to have the fantasy of love, but has the sanity of an adult. Even though I know that the beauty in my imagination is just as fragile as a soap bubble, I still stubbornly guard the final splendor.
So, in the summer when I was sixteen, I started a secret love.
So, in the summer when I was sixteen, I ended a secret love affair.
A seven-day secret love.
Purpose: Recognize the reality