In the late summer evening of that year, the young man leaned lazily on the railing, and the street lights stretched the young man's figure very long. Occasionally, there were people walking by in twos and threes on campus, but in her eyes, the only one left was the boy who was waiting for her to finish class. It was a very simple scene, but she remembered it alone for many years. The evening breeze blew through her long hair and lifted the boy's clothes - that was her love hidden in the wind.
I hope the wind can know my secret love and blow towards the boy with my love.
It's hard to describe the feeling at that time, I just felt the evening breeze blowing, and she fell into the evening breeze.
Intention: secret love
