In the early morning, I was awakened by the sound of birds pecking at the glass. I stood up and opened the window, letting in the moist air. I couldn't help but shiver, and just as I was about to pick up some clothes, the world suddenly spun, and then I fell into a warm embrace full of floral fragrance.
At the familiar breath, I smiled and closed my eyes, letting the other person's warm breath spray on my neck, and peacefully enjoying the tenderness of the moment.
The wind is warm and clear outside the window, and in the light and shadow cast by the sun, life is blooming and growing.
Memories will not fade with the passage of time, and the distance between people is never the distance of space and time.
I can't forget that summer, at the beginning of the story, the boy reached out to me.
That kind of warmth is still in my memory.