I leaned on the desk and looked out the window. The breeze blew over my face and carried a strand of hair, and I felt a little itchy. The fingertips turned the pen around in circles, seemingly carelessly. The playground below the teaching building was illuminated with golden light by the sun, and it was the perfect place for youth. The young people's playfulness and laughter made people curl up their lips unconsciously.
Intention: Going back to that time when I was young, there is nothing wrong with walking slower and looking at the scenery along the way.