That summer came into my life like this.
That summer, you suddenly stroked my long hair and said you fell in love with me.
Everyone dreams. I wonder if this is a dream?
You said this was not a dream, it was true. You gave me a dream-like love.
I don't know if I'm in love, maybe I still have an insecurity in my heart. This insecurity is distrust and lack of confidence in oneself.
Another hand, holding my hand and saying we fall in love with you. Simple and rustic.
I really want to hold your hand, but my heart tells me again, is this love?