Secret Love Is a String of Wind

As the president of the guitar club, I have long been accustomed to the sound of the piano played by the vice president Yu tide. She was always so serious. Every time she made a mistake in a performance, she would blame herself for a long time and secretly hide in the piano room to practice until late at night. I saw it in my eyes and it hurt in my heart. When did it start that I can no longer take my eyes off her? It's not because of how pretty her profile is when she plays the piano, but the way she smiles at me with red eyes makes me want to give her the best in the world. What I want is never a thank you from her, but every inch of her time for the rest of her life. During my sophomore year, I decided not to just be her partner, but to be her only one. Secret love is like the breeze plucking the strings, and I would like to send the whole spring to her ears.