Sunshine, playground, orange soda, basketball, sports games, dusk, skipping classes, canteen, canteen, friends, music, peeking, everything is good in summer except the heat.
Lying on the table, listening to the boring math class, looking at the cherry blossoms outside the window in a daze, smelling the smell of summer. The throbbing about youth is buried in the clouds with the wind. I seem to like him, and no one knows it except myself.
Intention: growth, secret love, regret, beauty