When we are ignorant, we are in their respective flowering stages, and the love of childhood, accompanied by the sound of books, is green and beautiful, and the most passionate thing is a kiss.
At that time, the bicycle was chasing the hem of the skirt, and the school uniform accentuated the youthful figure.
The wheel of time is spinning rapidly. We who were once clean, pure, and had few worries will end up with cruel events and painful growth.
We who once had bright fantasies about the future may have never imagined how lonely, hesitant, and speechless we will be in the future...