This is an ordinary story performed by an ordinary girl.
There is neither great joy nor great sorrow in the story, but just growth and life that take its course.
A bad boy, an ordinary girl, at that innocent age, in those throbbing years, in those crazy days, green years, from the very beginning to the present, who accompanied whom and walked through with a smile, and who was relying on whom and walked through with tears.
At the end, looking at the footprints in the past, I just want to look up to the sky and scream: "It's all the fault of ape dung!!"
Dedicated to those children who are entangled with youth and still struggling on the edge of youth.
A memory book of youth.
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