At that time, we were innocent. The classroom at that time was bright and open. The class at that time was relaxed and enjoyable. The playground at that time was full of laughter and joy. At that time, when we skipped class, the moment you grabbed my hand through the school uniform and ran back to elementary school, that boy in the sun, the smiling face that turned around, the side by side under the magnolia tree, you and I both said that it was the most unforgettable after we graduated from middle school... But why, eight years, in the end, became a joke and a nightmare...
Concept: Youth, ignorance, innocence, not wanting to mention it again