[This is probably what I wrote in junior high school. It's a thick handwritten book. It's rare that I typed out an article, so I'll just keep it_(:з∠)_]
On an early summer night, the girl walked through the laughing road, and the irises on the roadside were blown by the wind and swayed.
A couple walks by holding hands,
The girl had a happy smile on her face, do you still remember?
There once was a girl who ran with you,
There was once a girl who reminisced with you about the taste of childhood,
There was once a girl who was immersed in your taste and happy...
Or maybe it was just the best memory in a dream.
Conception: