Many summer nights later, the girl would always think of the table tennis table downstairs in the dormitory building.
The hot wind blew over the railing, and the boy entered the midsummer.
Sports games, calligraphy competitions, an embarrassing own goal, countless brushes against each other, all of which hide ignorant thoughts.
Youth and timidity ran through them, and despite the age gap, the words that came to their lips ended up in silence.
The cicadas will come to an end, but the story will not end there.
Those unspoken thoughts, across the years, will eventually be told one day.
Intention: the beginning of love