In the summer of that year, the hazy secret love grew in the sticky and noisy hot wind, but when the summer was about to pass, it quietly evaporated without a trace!
Youth is a strange existence. The more you want to catch it, the more you lose it. When you are relieved, it floods into your mind like a tsunami and forms a sea of memories.
The throbbing heartbeat when we hold hands, the sound of the breeze blowing through our ears are all fixed in our hot souls yearning for pure love, burning like summer flowers.
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