When we first met, it was very dull, and there was not even the slightest communication. But when I thought about it again, I realized that the bud of throbbing had already sprouted in my heart. No matter how turbulent the love in my heart was, it didn't matter. This was just a secret hidden in my heart.
Concept: In the grand youth, a girl's love is hidden in the wind, and will eventually be known by the caressed leaves.