There is a little prince in every girl's youth.
Those simple likes are like fifty-cent popsicles, more like dandelions on the way to school.
In the summer that you can never go back to, he once planted a pure garden for you.
When I was young, I only felt that summer was long, time was slow, and the future was as far away as the stars in the sky.
Little did I know that what I missed at that time would be a lifelong miss.
Purpose: Missing youth