That day I picked up a crumpled piece of paper next to the table leg, and I recognized that it was your handwriting. Out of curiosity, I opened the piece of paper, and there was a long paragraph written on it that I have forgotten. I only remember that it said that you wanted to sing "Later" to "him" once. That day in physical education class, you carefully hummed it over and over on the bench under the tree. At that time, I thought you were so stupid and you couldn't remember it. Until the day of graduation, you wrote on my classmate list: "How many times will it take for you to look away and let me take a look at the lyrics."
Later, I never heard "Later" again for a long time.
Now, I just want to listen to "Later" again.
Intention: secret love, youth