A Girl's Secret Love Diary

Youth is a train with a one-way ticket. It travels very fast. When I lower my head and reflect on the scenery just now, I have already arrived at the station. And where is my youth? It's the eyes that lower their heads and dodge. You can recognize the young man's back in the crowd at a glance. It's the fantasy in a daze. It's the carefully prepared passing by each other. It's the protagonist in the diary, which he will never know. Secret love.