The sky is blue waiting for the rain, but no one will wait for me in the past. Looking back again, years have passed. I had a vague crush on her in high school, which I have yet to express. If I could go back in time, would I have had the courage to step onto the rooftop on that summer night, would the ending have changed? ——Written to a boy I still like in high school, to commemorate that impulsive youth...
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