When everyone is growing up, there will always be people who make us fall in love. Maybe she's just a passer-by.

As we grow, they lose sight and disconnect. As we grow older and more mature, the more people we meet, and the end is doomed to parting, people from two worlds.

But their existence makes us more and more emotionally mature and tells us what love is. I didn't meet you in junior high school, but I also heard my friends talk about you thousands of times, talking about your peachy news.

Maybe it's fate, you repeated a grade, and you're in the same class as me. When I saw you, I was suddenly speechless.

Because you seem to be my treasure at this time. After three years of time, our classmates know that I like you.

There's no reason to like you. I'm so weak that I don't even dare to confess, I just look at you secretly, pay attention to every fragment of your life, and care about you silently.

I didn't confess until the end. High school, we were assigned to a school. You think it's fate.

But I still didn't take the initiative again. Two years, three years, meeting strangers, it seems that the ending is already doomed.

When I don't see you anymore, I miss you every day, and I know it's impossible again. I heard that you talked about a boyfriend, and he wasn't that nice.

You just like it. I finally realized that we had always been people of two worlds. [Black High School Junior] A chance encounter, I didn't expect it to have such a profound impact.

None of us could have foreseen the path of development. When I met you, I was deeply obsessed and missed every day related to you.

Whatever I share with you, you are my happy elf. There are many ups and downs waiting for me, and you treat me gently, whether you are hurt or not.

My home has covered my heart with layers of dust, and it is you who have carefully cleaned it up and given me hope in my life.

separated, reunited, and repeatedly, like the most exemplary love of youth. Blame me for being cowardly and not having the courage to explain, so I missed it.

I deceived myself about how great this is the perfect love. Actually, this is the most ridiculous reason in my life.

I met you that day and found out that I was attracted to you. I was fascinated by your cuteness and your madness, and I finally knew what it meant to be enchanted.

Every time it appears, it just wants to create a miracle that meets you. Every night, every day, the sky is searching for your traces, stupidly waiting.

I looked up at the moon, and it seemed that the moon was your smile, and I realized that I was full of you. Looking up at the willow tree, the enchanting shade seems to be your colorful figure, which can no longer linger in my heart.

Waiting for your love, you need to melt the white snow, I don't have the courage to confess, just stupid to be in a daze.

Some things, if not asked, end up just an empty dream. I met my significant other at the right time, and I realized that I should be grateful to those who have appeared in my emotional world.

Maybe at that time I was unrequited love, a crush, an online dating, and it was this encounter and each other that told me how to love someone.

As time went on, I realized that it wasn't love, but they made my youth colorful.