They looked at each other, their eyes filled with each other's clear reflection. At that moment, the flowers bloomed and the birds sang for them. They met in their youth in midsummer. Their memories are the lingering sight in their eyes when the bell rang and they were running, the hands they held quietly at the sports meeting, and you touching my head and calling my name. I hid everything in the past and the joy of midsummer.
Concept: Puppy love is shameful