A lyrical essay about youthful ignorance, love and growth:
I want us to be together, listening to the raindrops under the moon before the flowers. Drinking white water can make you drunk, and your conversation and laughter will be poetic. It's a pity that everything is just that I think too much. But I am still very happy and I still like it very much. But I will learn to forget, I don't want to cause trouble to you, and I don't want to make you look down upon. Just thank you for letting me know how it feels to like someone.
Intention: Encounter is growth, relief is rebirth.