In the summer when I was seventeen, I met the boy who irrigated the bud in my heart. From then on, I had a secret in my heart.
Soon, the bud in my heart quietly sprouted. My secret. Do I still want it to be my secret?
In the winter when I was nineteen years old, my bud finally bloomed, and you finally knew my secret!
But... Will this flower always bloom?
Intention: Positive and uplifting