In the colorful years of youth, whose springtime did we pass through?
What is love?
Aching and bittersweet,
a moment's fluttering heart, a moment's racing pulse,
a fleeting taste of happiness.
A young girl's feelings are pure and beautiful; her thoughts are simple and clear.
July had always looked up to Lin Feichen. In those youthful days, he was the only one who had taken up residence in her heart. The corners of Lin Feichen's eyes, his faint, gentle smile... July kept her eyes fixed on him, never looking away.
The scenery around her was beautiful, after all. Only when the dust had settled and the glitter had faded did July look back and realize that, somewhere along the way, she had lost something forever.
