My sister said, sister, your eyes are like monsters, you are not allowed to take off your glasses at school in the future. She nodded, okay. But it's a little uncomfortable.
Dad said, Sakura, don't say you are my child in front of outsiders. She nodded, okay. But my heart ached.
She is stupid, so she accepts everything.
Until she met that young man, her heart felt like a swallowtail butterfly spreading its wings, and her eyes seemed to be filled with colors and became rich. She pulled the boy's clothes and asked: Yukimura-senpai, can I like you?
A pair of hands hugged her shoulders, and her amethyst-like eyes were full of deep gentleness that settled in the waves. A gentle voice came: I heard it, okay.
The time of youth always passes by in a hurry, just like the water flowing from the river into the sea, and you can never look back. In the corridor of youth, looking back, there are always too many memories, whether they are happy, sad, or painful, they are the only ones in human life that cannot be played back.
Time flies by and they grow up. They used to look at other people's paradise and try to take it away, but they ignored the paradise that never left their side.
Stop and look around or behind you, and you will see your paradise.
Heaven is not low.