The girl in the pink and white dress is a scar in my heart.
And that boy who is sometimes sunny and unruly, sometimes gentle, is my heart.
However, the scar is gone, and the heart has been poached by life.
The feminine and sick boy used the knife that seriously injured himself to cut my heart, leaving numerous scars.
He said, I like you, but what I feel more towards you is jealousy. Did you know? It makes me miserable.
The girl under the cherry blossom tree and I, the sunny boy, even though we were all bruised and bruised, at least we ran and laughed. We loved.
The feminine boy has a beautiful smile, but he has been living in a place where the sun does not shine.
In fact, he is the biggest victim in the entire ridiculous story.
The relationship between teenagers is pure and beautiful but sad and despairing.
We love shyly and bitterly.