If I were asked to describe my crush in school days:
When talking to your deskmate, I look at you carefully from the corner of your eye.
It was during the group discussion that I glanced at you lightly
It's time to look for you in the vast crowd during recess
It was when get out of class was over, I turned sideways to look at you, but you weren't there
From your position, you turn your head and look towards the corridor. You are standing by the wall,
Looking up at the sky, the breeze blows through your hair.
Secret love is a pantomime
We obviously know each other, but we pretend not to know each other.
You once rode across the Milky Way, and your reflection was a hundred light years long.
Intention: Light years away, love is like meeting for the first time. The winds of the four seasons come and stay with them in this life.
