Original title: "The Spring Sun Doesn't Shine"
His name is very meaningful. The spring sunshine warms the words between the lines, but it cannot warm me.
I like him - secret love is a silent contract between one person, but if it is responded to, it becomes a legend of mutual joy. I don't need your warm return, and would rather guard the boundaries of this contract alone; once secret love is revealed, it will shatter like thin ice and lose the original meaning of darkness.
If you have a secret love, just have a secret love, like a stubborn and shady grass seed in the spring sun.
If you miss it, you will miss it. Like the spring sun, it is not the sunshine that shines on me after all.
My silent contract grows in the spring sun and sinks in the spring sun - this contract is, after all, a letter that has faded before it is opened.
Concept: I have always liked spring, but that is not my spring
