The secret love in childhood is always flamboyant and passionate. I was so greedy for that feeling that I secretly hid in the library just to take a look at him. He is like the shining sun. But I am just a humble moss. The wind blows but it keeps growing. Not all secret loves can be seen again. But I hope one day. , You are no longer the boy in my memory. This little thing of secret love should only be kept in my heart. No one knows. But I forgot. I have never been a novel heroine. Just an unknown passerby
Concept: Not all secret loves can be seen again
