I met you in high school in September 21, and you spread like the moon in every corner of the campus. After that, I said to everyone I met that I like the moon. Every time I look at my shoes, I know it's you, and I know it's you just by looking at my back. I know it's you just by looking at the hairstyle. I can't see you. I'm looking for you all over the school. When I see you, I hide from those little things I like about you. Thoughts are hidden in the messy drawings on the draft paper, hidden in the corner of the eye, hidden in the encounters in the corridor. The most real love in the student days is that I took my friend and walked around the whole school just to take a look at you. "The school uniform of a young man is wrapped in the biggest secret of my entire youth."
Purpose: To write a book for love