"I chose to tell you half of this secret." Everyone says that secret love will be defeated by clear love, but who knows, when a secret love cannot have an ending, all I have left is secret love.
It is like the niguding that makes people have sex, it is the loser in the superstition game, it is the gentleman in the memory, it is not the distortion of my love, nor the vigorousness of love, but I know that in the impossible ending, my process should not decay.
It is said that you should not meet someone who is too stunning when you are young, so that everyone in the future has his shadow, and they are born to prefer to be a ffectionate, as long as I don't say it, no one will know about it. If I don't pretend, others are born to be youthful heroines. I can only live in the mud. What I like is what others have left. What can I do? Only my youth is immortal. Maybe the regret is doomed, but our meeting is not a fault, but an eternal destiny. Maybe we are destined, but fate only chooses to let us meet. The secret love scene was given to me. What we are left with without an ending is crazy temptation. People who can obviously give up, but like to create regrets. People who can obviously let go in a few days pretend to never forget it. I will only tell the people I like that I hate them. Of course I will believe it. I may believe it all my life. I I chose to tell you implicitly, I tell you, I let it go, it was just an unintentional good impression at the time, but who knew that the unknown, the unspeakable, the story that I almost didn't believe, only one sentence that I can't say contains the whole youth of you and me.
"Have you ever liked him?"
"I don't seem to like it"
"But, I always like it"
Concept: adapted from real events