Secret love is when he exchanges a word with you for a whole day of giggles, it is an excuse to take a walk, and all you see in the corner of your eye is him playing basketball, it is the thermos cup that you secretly filled for him during special classes when he was sleeping soundly in winter, and it is his familiar back that can be recognized at a glance across the vast sea of people.
But he is still high-spirited and prosperous, and has never noticed that my love is secretly planted in the corner, sprouts secretly, and grows crazily when she deliberately passes you by.
Secret love is one's carnival, one's sadness, one's regret, one's uneasiness...
Intention: secret love