One is the proud man of heaven, and the other is a middle-class bastard.
In the last few months of our senior year in high school, we got along with each other, with a spring of love and undercurrents. The gangster made a secret confession, but it ended miserably. After the college entrance examination, we said goodbye and never saw each other again. But how can the restless heart be stopped? How can the tossing and turning at night be known to others?
Longing and longing are all in these pages.
How will their future unfold tomorrow?
Intention: Looking forward to the future