Su Li Chen Ye
I'm so lucky to have met each other, but it's a pity that we only just met each other.
When I was young, I first fell in love, alone, from a secret love to a confession.
She seems to be a body of contradictions, sometimes worried, sometimes happy, sometimes positive, sometimes negative. She comes up with whatever she wants, and does whatever comes to her mind, regardless of the consequences.
And he is sunny and melancholy.
"My willfulness, my first crush. And my life without him."
"You are my first crush and my youthful joy."
Secret love is a person's chaos, and it is a person's own fault.
It is her wish to be born toward the sun. She is very sensitive, fragile, and incomprehensible. She is not a rose, and naturally does not have a little prince, but she wants to be a sunflower, but there is no sunshine that can protect her and make her grow toward the sun.
She is 15 years old, the best age and the best youth, full of relief and indifference. She does not need to be a rose or a sunflower, she just wants to be a tree now. Like San Mao said, if there is an afterlife, I will be a tree, half flying in the wind, half peaceful in the dust.
Intention: To be an undefined wind, to be a big tree.