The simple and beautiful days of childhood are always missed by people
Those trivial things, warm fragments, like pictures that never fade, bright and neat
You who are my deskmate, you who I have a crush on, you who are dedicated
Even if the years pass by
We broke away from the green shell
I can still remember the taste
I still remember you...
The straightforward little chubby girl's path of finding love brings me closer to your warm memories...