First person Be
Turning the corner, I heard the lingering sound of the violin, and the young man's figure was hazy and holy in the moonlight.
"The violin gradually became louder, and the boy who always wore a white sweater slowly passed through the pen of a 17-year-old girl."
"The sound of the violin faded away until I filled the last page."
He knew me, but he didn't know my name; he roughly knew which floor of the classroom building I was on, but he didn't know the direction I always looked towards him during class breaks; I mustered up the courage to ask for his WeChat account, but the greeting screen on my phone was always the greeting screen for my friends.
I think I should really stop this long, unrequited secret love. But... Maybe it's because what I can't get will always turn into a ray of moonlight, filling my heart, so I still look for the moon in the water.
Perhaps, secret love is destined to become a dark secret in the drawer.
Intention: The weak moonlight will shine on everyone
