If you are away:
The words I wrote when I was 11 years old became my memorial a few years later.
The starting point and the end point were confusing things at that time.
But now there is no need to worry.
Because in these years, I can no longer find such a perfect summer.
Soul:
At that time, I believed firmly and firmly that something had penetrated into my soul.
But unfortunately, now I seem to be unable to feel those existences.
Empty color:
The beautiful youth of those teenagers accompanies me to look back on every midsummer.
After I couldn't find summer, I replaced my love with youth and returned to the most primitive feeling.
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I finished it this summer when I was 13 years old.
2010.9.2
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