At that moment time stopped, and the girl's eyes locked on the boy in the sun. The restlessness around them disappeared, leaving only the sound of each other's heartbeats. This summer, I met someone, whom I passed by before, and I already liked him. I hid it in my heart and didn't dare to express my love. But he was about to graduate and I had no choice but to forget him. I had no choice and I didn't dare to express my love. Why should I keep him in my heart? But I couldn't let go of him, so I could only take my time... The young man was reading under the sycamore tree, wearing headphones, and the wind blew through his hair.
Concept: Secret love is like moss, inconspicuous, curling up and withering in waiting.