In midsummer, the buds are exposed, and the breeze blows the broken hair on your forehead.
On the high tower, you and I counted the stars and talked for a long time.
I stand on tiptoe, wondering when will I be able to stand side by side with you.
This was the thing that bothered me the most when I was young.
The arrogant and venomous boy vs. The talkative and ignorant girl
Handbook of Adolescent Troubles
Keep it safe and sweet, welcome to the pit
Purpose: Cherish youth