Time blurred, and the pain of the memory of my grand secret love was lingering. I wrote one letter after another. My secret love was deafening but silent. I never had a second, but it felt like I had lost it thousands of times. Maybe you don't know. Never one to express, I wrote letter after letter about you. What works tirelessly in midsummer is the cicada forest, what is turned back and forth by the breeze is my secret under the sycamore tree. I still can't say these four words "I like you" when my friend asked me which season I like best. I would answer summer, but in fact I didn't say it all. My favorite is the summer when I resonate with you at the same frequency. The love you have when you are young is so unreasonable. It may be your look, step or voice, which can be deeply engraved in my mind. I met the best you in the best youth.
Intention: Do you still remember your secret crush when you were young?
Do you still remember the initial thrill, those unforgettable stories, those unforgettable people, maybe a glimpse in the depths of time, is enough to make us young intoxicated in a gorgeous dream. The secret love when you are young is so pure. Just because of a certain moment of heartbeat, you will secretly like someone for a long time without revealing it, without making it public, and hide the other person silently in your heart. Hiding it in your heart is not because you don't like it enough, but because you like it too much, so you don't want to destroy the beauty in your heart. Pure and warm, you turn him into the biggest secret in your heart, which will be preserved forever in the long time to come, letting the initial ignorance become a mark of your youth!
