In the aristocratic campus, a girl appears inexplicably and breaks the calm lake surface. A cold breath, a cold heart. I just want to come quietly and leave quietly. What binds me tightly is your tenderness or my nostalgia.
"I'm sorry..." Her long black hair shawls her shoulders, and her snow-white knee-length skirt drew a pale arc as the owner turned around.
"Goodbye..." Goodbye my first love. Tears slipped quietly from her eyes, and the girl took firm steps, as if to cut off this intriguing nostalgia.