When you were sixteen years old, you felt that the sky was blue, the grass was green, the track on the playground was paved with red plastic, and the few white clouds that occasionally drifted by were as white as cotton candy. At that time, you had a vague and hazy affection for a person. It was only a long time later that you realized that you probably liked him and liked his sparkling appearance.
Intention: beautiful and pure feelings
