She knows. . He doesn't love her. . . Even. . He doesn't even know she likes him. . .
Maybe for her. . It's like a dream. . Sweet. . Dream. . .
Maybe this is just first love. . Just a crush. . But it is so unforgettable. . .
Quietly. . Lilacs are blooming brilliantly. . .
PS: I definitely didn't write a short story instead of a light song because it was convenient to write a short story. . Real. . .
Conception: