Oranges, waves, and gentle girls on the fence.
From the age of seventeen, endless to eternity.
That girl from the south, that girl who always sits on the wall.
The girl who always holds the big orange cat in her arms,
The girl who always smells of spray and orange.
That girl who misses a gentle person she has never met before.
There are oranges in the south, which are sweet and fragrant.
There is Citrus aurantium in the north, which is sour and boring.
Intention: Youth