(In the past, when I left, the willows and willows lingered. Now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing.)
Teenagers are full of the unique atmosphere of that age, as fresh and tender as the first grass after the rain.
A young man of that age seemed to be the master of the world and had nothing to fear.
The seventeen-year-old with that boy is destined to be happy and beautiful.
The young man's eyes were filled with starlight, and the light shone towards me, but I couldn't keep it. I wanted to close my hands, but there was nothing left.
My mood at that time cannot be explained clearly.
I only know the throbbing in my heart, wanting to follow the starlight and get closer to it.
When I first moved, I didn't know why, and the passing light seemed to be faintly visible.
Can the light that belongs to you appear again?
Intention: inspirational, youthful, regretful