The cool autumn breeze blew through the corners of my school uniform. When I curled up my neck and rubbed my hands, my peripheral vision caught her smiling eyes - the kind of soft smile mixed with the sweetness of osmanthus. Just this glance was like putting the autumn moon in my pocket. Her shadow was all over the edges of every self-study draft paper and the evening breeze on the playground. It turns out that "hopeless" is not an exaggeration. When I saw her, my heartbeat first gave up for me.
Intention: The heartbeat at the moment of meeting is the bravest preference in youth - it has nothing to do with gender, only about 'you'