It is graceful grief and sweet sadness to think of you, but in my heart, there is a kind of soft warmth that can’t be expressed with any choice of words.
I suddenly feel myself like a puppet, acting all kinds of joys and sorrows. But,there are lots of shining silvery thread on my back controlling all my actions.
To love someone in secret is like a seed in bottle waiting for growing up, though not sure whether the future will be more beautiful, still waiting it earnestly and eagerly.