The taste of summer is probably like gardenias. It tastes like sweet but not greasy honey, but the aftertaste is slightly pungent and cool from vegetation.
He is a young man growing wantonly in the wilderness, and she is a gardenia blooming quietly in the evening breeze. The heartbeats that pass by each other time and time again, the temptations that hesitate to speak, and the pulling thoughts grow wildly in the midsummer. It turns out that this one-way rush has always been a two-way gentle entanglement.
Purpose: Youth Literature