When I met you, I looked out the classroom window and the flowers of the crabapple tree were blooming vigorously. Your arrival at the age of eleven or twelve kicked off my youth. When I got closer to you, the crabapple flowers would no longer be red because of you.
So far it has always been just wishful thinking on one side!
Intent: adapted from a true story. (Sweet in the early stage, cruel in the later stage, don't like to enter by mistake)
