Regarding him, with my current writing style, I cannot describe his high-spirited appearance. I will only use those simple words to remember him.
And the most profound image of him that remains in my memory is that of him running wantonly on the court, whether it was in the blazing summer or in the autumn when the leaves were falling.
He will always be the hottest chapter in my youth. He will always be him, and he will always be the person I remember as a teenager.
It's just a coward's ordinary secret love story.
Intention: secret love