I hid my heart and stuffed indescribable words one by one. Until the heart was full, I refused to spill a single word into my mouth.
The mottled light and shadow were sprinkled all over the ground. I remember that it was neither cold nor hot that day, and it was the cool autumn.
"... Why do you want to take the Chinese major?"
"... I don't know."
What stood before her and me was not a deep valley, but a time that I always thought was very long and therefore was ignored by me.
I know that the person in front of me is very important. I don't want to leave her. I also know very well that I like her.
…So, this means that I can no longer ignore the transparent time like before.
"What flowers do you like?"
"Hmm... Wisteria. What about you?"
"Jacaranda."
"What is that…."
"A very beautiful flower, the flower language is called... Well... Waiting for love in despair, even in defeat is glorious."
…
"So, what will become of us in the future? Me, I want to write down what happened between me and her. This is why I want to take the Chinese major and become a writer."
This is what I type now and I owe her the answer.