Youth is always full of beauty, but it is also full of regrets. In everyone's youth, there will be something hidden in the bottom of the heart. Having words and being speechless makes the words that are difficult to say become the eternal secret in the heart.
The secret love when I was young, I thought it was well hidden, but looking back, it is only known to everyone. What about whether we love or not love fifteen years ago and fifteen years later, the ambiguity in reality and the distance in poetry?
Intention: choice