Secret love is the heaviest secret locked in the heart. ??
Afraid that it would die in the light, and afraid that it would suffocate in the darkness. My heart is pulled by you like catkins floating in the wind.
Humility has already corroded the bones, and it cannot be scraped off or picked out clearly.
My heart has been desolate since then, letting this secret thorn pierce deeper and deeper, and the pain is unforgettable.
After all, I once liked you - with 100% sincerity, passion, and unreserved pure love.
Until the last spark burned into cold embers, I finally let go of my tight grip - uprooted the thorn that had been watered with my blood and threw it back into the wind.
Concept: Youth is a long farewell