In the many years of youth, only those three years remain fresh in my memory and have never been forgotten. It's not that I have a good memory, but I don't dare to forget, and I don't want to forget. Because of her, that girl.
The girl sitting in front of me, because of her in the irritable class, even the teacher stopped making noise. I like her soft hair and the faint smell of laundry detergent on her body.
Just because it's her, I'm happy.