You ask me what my secret love is? I hesitated, and the progress bar was pulled to the break. Maybe I'm secretly looking at your blushing face, which is slightly slanted by the afternoon sun. The messy books and papers are filled with a hidden secret of joy. During my three years of youth, I suppressed my love again and again. The roses are carefree during the day, and the begonias are silent and dreaming at night. In the summer when the greenery is the most abundant, it is you who is full of knowledge in the poem. Notes about longing, densely packed with Xin Yue. I can't understand what I mean by stumbling over my words. Later, I failed to confess too many times.
My secret love does not watch the bright moon, nor can I catch a glimpse of the sky.
Intention: There is always someone who will make you feel that the world is worth it