Her name is the name that I have hidden in my heart and missed countless times. It is the intersection of winter and early spring, the expectation in my dreams countless times, and the blending of moonlight and stars.
She is as beautiful and outstanding as a blue enchantress. I don't know where my paper plane flew. Maybe I told her my feelings on the wind of longing.
I like her, more than a little, but how can I dare to get close to such an excellent woman. Even if I think about it silently, there will be ripples in my heart.
Concept: Two girls running towards each other