Do you still remember that person in your youth? That extremely dazzling person. Time flies by, and in hindsight, it was actually our love that gave that person a layer of light. I hide my secret love in my heart, just like the blooming flower. Although no one knows about it, I will still care for it with all my heart. Secret love is the most beautiful poem in my heart, which I will never tell you. If you want to write about secret love, you can't just write about secret love. You have to write about the moment when you secretly glanced at his profile in class, you have to write about the blushing face when you found out, you have to write about the beating of your heart when you heard his voice, how you felt at that time, I never knew...
Intention: Youth is meant to grow wantonly. Be brave when you should be brave. No regrets. No regrets.