The flags and drums of that year were quite good, and the cicadas chirped slowly into autumn...
The girl locked her inferiority and sourness into the star jar and melted it into fruit candies one by one.
But the side-by-side that the young man longed for has become a farewell...
"If I hadn't been so timid, would we have become very good friends?"
The 18-year-old carefully wrote the last words in her diary.
Later, at the age of 19, he chose medicine just for his stars.
But the cicada will eventually sleep in winter, the warm winter that traps the stars.
Intention: From meeting opponents in chess to appreciating each other, but in the end we are separated forever, just like although there are many good horses, there are not always good horses. This is the reality of the world.
