[The writing is bad, so be careful!
March is the breeze and drizzle, the season that breeds life, the feast of spring, and the beginning of the story.
It was only a few minutes, and he only took two or three glances, but the heat in his heart began to surge quietly, and he became that amazing and unforgettable person. But I have an average appearance and no talent. I can't catch the wind, and I can't catch you either. So you won't remember anything about me.
The cicadas continue to chirp in midsummer, which is the ending of the story. In the end, I couldn't see you even though I went all over the school. The regret of summer was left in that summer. Not to mention regrets, if I change the time and place, I think I will still like you.
Purpose: To commemorate this grand secret love