In my second year of junior high school, I saw a person in the classroom of the Literature and History Club.
I watched that look for three years.
Later, we became partners, stayed up late to check information together, and won prizes together at the venue.
Later he said, "There are many people better than me in the world." I said I won't like you anymore.
Later he was going to Germany. On the day after the college entrance examination, I went to see him.
I want to tell him——
From the second grade of junior high school to the first grade of high school, from the green sycamore leaves to the fallen sycamore leaves. It's true that I like you.
But he said: I like you too.
Concept: A short secret love story