You said, when I have the courage to confess to you, you will be willing to accept this trouble from me, but before I muster up the courage, you are already far away from me, how can I get you back?
You said that love is like a summer flower, which only blooms for one season. After one season, it can only slowly fade away in the memory. Be careful not to fall into it. I don't want to experience the feeling of being warmed but feeling cold when I miss it. That kind of darkness invaded every corner, and even the eyes and ears were entangled with loneliness like water plants. The whole person fell into an abyss and despair.
"Joel, will you stay with me forever?"
"Yes, as long as you don't abandon me."
"Joel, I'm so hungry. The cherry blossoms are blooming. Do you want to go see them?"
"Well, let's go eat. Are you homesick? Are you going back? It's summer vacation."
"If I don't go back, I'll stay with you."
The boy's straight back, plaid shirt, and the slanting sunlight outline a blurry outline, somewhere between light and dark. The way he leans over and smiles on the bus, the way he frowns slightly when picking out his glasses, the way he plays basketball while wearing a shirt, the way he messes up a girl's hair like a puppy.
Why do all the good things collapse so quickly? The poker castle that has been built up for a long time turns into nothingness in the blink of an eye. The love of a sixteen-year-old is too beautiful and seems particularly fragile.
The chirping of summer cicadas turned into a thick and sticky tactile sensation that clung to the skin, making it very uncomfortable. The weather was gloomy and it was going to rain.