The flowers will bloom again. Different summers come and go.
The summer wind in May was blowing. The girl walked impatiently on the asphalt road. She suddenly saw something.
She smiled happily, "An Kelun"
The young man was standing under the willow tree in a black sweatshirt. The summer wind was blowing with the willow leaves and carrying a refreshing fragrance. His feet kicking the stones suddenly stopped and he turned around, "What?"
The girl smiled unconsciously again, "You are so nice, would you like to be my boyfriend?"
He frowned and seemed to have been thinking for a long time, "Well... Wait until next summer."
The young man turned his back to the light, the setting sun shone on him
She laughed for no reason
"Well, I'll wait."
It's another summer. He is wearing his school uniform and leaning against the sun-drenched corridor. He is standing on the playground, standing in the inconspicuous canteen queue, standing in the crowd, standing in the sun, standing on the top of my heart, and is branded in my thirteenth or fourteenth year.
The willow tree has grown up again. The boy is wearing a school uniform with his back to the sunset.
The only thing in the girl's mind was his vague figure wearing a black sweater that year.
She looked at the willow tree. Summer has come again. She was silent for a long time before speaking, her voice choked with sobs.
"Ankelun"
The girl remembers his name and his back in her memory
Those words from back then may have been forgotten a long time ago
Purpose: People who have a crush should be braver