When I was 16 years old, I was in my first year of high school.
Wearing a pure white cotton skirt, holding a large textbook in her hands,
Walking on the way to the elective classroom under a freshly rainy sky.
A boy whizzed past me on a bicycle.
The rain splashed on the ground and sprinkled on my white skirt. He stopped not far away,
Stand on one leg, look back at me, hey, are you okay?
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