Secret love is like a flower that blooms quietly in the dark. Its petals are pink, but the nectar is sour and bitter. This flower bears sour and bitter fruits in unknown corners. In the end, it is either eaten by birds or rots in places where no one pays attention. This process is simple and beautiful, because the flower is beautiful. This kind of flower blooms in the spring of the year. We call it youth.
"Later, later I met him once."
Under the sycamore tree, I turned around and saw a boy in school uniform, holding an unburned matchstick in his mouth and smiling handsomely.
"He still hasn't changed at all, and everything seems to be different." The wind was very strong that day, which touched my heartstrings. The smell on her body was so good that I couldn't tell what kind of flower it was. . .
Concept: Secret Love/Youth/Campus