End of dream
When I was seventeen years old,
That high-spirited young man,
When she was practicing piano, she climbed up the peach tree by her window,
Stepping on the branches,
He had dazzling black hair and a rebellious look between his clean brows. He held a matcha-flavored ice cream in his hand and waved it in front of her eyes.
Raise your eyebrows and ask her,
"Do you want to come with me?"
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"I will love her well."
"I will also love him well."
Intent: Ending to be determined