High school has always been synonymous with struggle and youthful love.
This time is like a box
Carrying pain, joy, excitement, confusion and ignorance
It holds the projection of friends, teachers, family and the one you can't talk about.
Confusion about the future and longing for expectations
Sometimes it is as gentle as falling cherry blossoms, sometimes it bursts into splendor like fireworks.
Like a moldy cake, the pain after getting tired of the sweetness
There are weird things in the box, things that are unsightly, and there are also wonderful fireworks.
The fate of the box that has not yet been sealed is still unknown.