Can Wait a Little Longer

{First the city, then the campus, clean and tidy, running in both directions} Depressive Little Sun×Sultry Flower of the High Mountain On the street where we meet again, my heart beats before I recognize you. I am more familiar with your back than your appearance. Every time I pass you by with an expressionless face, I am pretending to be calm, and every time I look at you, my eyes are shouting that I like you.