The flower of life of youth blooms brilliantly and grandly in the wilderness, and the years are long. The memory engraved in the bones is the extremely fanatical throbbing and the high-spirited you standing under the scorching sun.
If this is my only youth, the only hot mark is your existence. Even if the years pass by, a few years later, I vaguely remember standing on the basketball court with eyes full of spring, the sun shining at an angle on your face, a young man in his prime.
Our story must be continued from the alluring smile in the midsummer of that year.
Purpose: To commemorate the ignorant feelings of young girls