The two teenagers met in the spring of their first year of high school.
I walked through the whole four seasons on the river embankment, the old grain station, and the paper and candy wrappers.
Rumors forced them to separate. One transferred to the county town and the other stayed in the town.
When spring comes again, the note is empty and the iron door is locked.
No one opened the courtyard door again.
Two people are separated, but love remains where it is.
Intention: There is nothing wrong with loving, just go ahead and love.
