In that autumn when the autumn wind rustled and the cicadas kept chirping, I met my ideal type. His figure on the podium and his back on the basketball court were all deeply imprinted in my mind. He will never lose his hair or gain weight. He will always be sunny and energetic.
Wearing No. 7 Jersey and standing on the sunny playground of the high school
Standing at the top of my heart is imprinted on my fifteenth year.
"He was so bright that I could only look at him amidst the crowds of joy. I asked my heart and it said it couldn't help it."
"I am ordinary, let this regret become a love letter in youth."
Intention: Let our story draw a happy ending here.
