Maybe we can't do one person and one thing from one end to the next
But what I want to express is "Life is so hard, I just want a better scenery"
This is the story of a girl at the age of fifteen. It may also be your, my, or his fifteen years old.
At the age of fifteen, she was confused, beautiful and innocent, and the feelings that she carefully concealed from being known might have just passed away. But it has heat and temperature, and it really exists.
This is a short story about a girl and the boy she has a crush on. Hope to share with everyone.