Write about my cute first pair of CPs
It has been 11 years since 2008. Thinking about this time, it is more painful than any broken glass.
Finally, I no longer have to write a beautiful heroine who is born with inferiority complex! ! !
Because when I mentioned them, memories flashed out of my brain like scales. They were scales peeled off from youth, carrying the flesh and blood of growth.
I wrote whatever came to my mind, so the name was "Scale".
Written to the two little boys I grew up with throughout my adolescence.
Written to the 15-year-old who will never come back.
Written for the wasted years, the long student days that seem to never pass.
Let me start from the summer when I met you twelve years ago.
Thanks for the appreciation.