In midsummer, the buds are exposed, and the breeze blows on your cheeks.
I lean on the pillow of the stars and say silly things to you.
Why can't I reach your shoulders even though I stand on tiptoes?
The troubles of youth are so unbearable,
I suffer from my height,
But you wonder why I haven't enlightened myself yet.
Tsundere and venomous tongue vs. Chatty girl
Adolescent Love Troubles
Keep sweet
Intention: Cherish youth.