The first time I saw her was at the beginning of school. She was sitting quietly in her seat, with a cup of milk tea and a little book on the table. She was so fascinated by what she was reading that it seemed like time stopped itself.
The summer wind blew up her brown hair, and the fine fluff stuck softly to her face. It made her face blush, and it also made my heart ripple. I couldn't help but lift my feet and walk towards her. My eyes looked straight forward. In other people's eyes, I was just walking towards my position. But, only I know that she is reading a book in my peripheral vision.
The young man's mind is like spring fog, visible and intangible, and only light can dispel it.
Intention: Looking back at the past and looking forward to the future