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The setting sun shines on the green canopy of trees, and the warm yellow light spreads layer by layer. The young man's hair is halo-dyed by the warm light, and is coated with a light golden color. This was the first time I met a young man, and his unruly temperament also appeared gentle in the sunset. From then on, that figure could no longer be erased from my heart. When I was young, I longed for love, but when I met him, my surging love could only be concealed by my low self-esteem. I can't be unscrupulous, and I can't be the heroine of any novel. During that youth that the world cherishes, I can enjoy preference between those who love her and those who are loved by her. Since I met him, I seem to be stuck in a cycle every day. I choose to constantly feel relieved and feel liberated. Because secret love is bitter and unbearable, I know it is impossible, but I still choose to let go of him through self-hypnosis time and time again, and I still feel uncontrollably moved by him. Perhaps, we all have such a period of confusion in youth, so I chose to write this novel. I am not as good as the heroine in my novel, and he is not as showy as the male protagonist in my novel. Rather than calming down the bitterness of my youth, it would be better to say that I am writing about another ideal world, the one in my mind. The breeze will flow among the green leaves, but it will never bring heat, because in youth, our love will always be clear and translucent.