The hem of the boy's school uniform is stained with sycamore wadding, and when he smiles, there is a slight pear dimple on his right cheek, as if the midsummer light has been rubbed into his eyes.
I counted the stars leaking into the clouds on the rooftop, and I also wrote the name of the same city on the draft paper I used to fill in my application.
But youth is best at writing unfinished poems.
The phoenix tree has fallen for three more seasons
It turns out that some encounters have been marked as "limited time possession" from the beginning; some heartbeats will eventually be buried in the regret called "no happiness".
Intention: Regret
