Summer secret love sounds wonderful, but it is just one person's monologue. In that spring, my secret love drowned in the sea. After seven years of secret love, she finally drowned in April, in the sea she longed for most.
I have dreamed of you twice, once with dark clouds and I was covered in mud, and once with no clouds and my eyes filled with tears. The same thing is that I can never see your face clearly and my memory is always blurry.
Concept: youth, campus