The sun was shining brightly that day, and I seemed to see you approaching me from a distance. Listening to the hustle and bustle of the city, watching the people around you hurried away, you held a bouquet of sunflowers in your hand, lowered your head and whispered "Sorry"
The boy under the ginkgo tree raised his head and looked at me. I'm loving you -
"Youth is nothing more than non-stop encounters and misses."
Purpose: I compose their love in the book