In the summer of that year, I met a girl wearing a white shirt and smiling. Holding sunflowers in her hands, she went against the light of the whole world. We move closer to each other, but we dare not touch each other. After all, we are not accepted by the world. We can take 99 steps for each other, but the last step is finally blocked by everyone.
The midsummer sun burns everything, but it never penetrates into people's hearts. The cicadas chirp, the west wind blows, and I don't know when my heart skips a beat.
Intention: inspirational, upward