Actually this is a complicated story. The sky is the background, the city is the location, waiting is the hidden meaning, and loneliness is the ending.
Write in the first person.
I encountered various setbacks at the beginning of my freshman year of high school. I collided with an elegant and elegant boy wearing a gray T-shirt; I accidentally met him when I escaped from bed with my friend Lan at night; I woke up the next day in the infirmary with a fever. It is said that it was the boy who sent me here...
It was not a romantic encounter, but it was an extremely sweet process.
And what is the final outcome? Is everyone happy? Or sad and sad.
At that time, I looked at the blue sky and stretched out my hands to grab something, but everything flew away like flowing clouds.
The final scene.
If the sky is really willing to wait.