The weather was nice that day, I rode my bicycle through the fallen leaves, opened my arms, and there was an autumn.
Train after train passes through stations, plains, and cities. The green mountains in the distance are still, embracing the past flowing to it. Everything that is taken away will eventually come back and become ourselves.
I really want to write it, but I haven't thought about the title or copy yet, so I'll just put it aside for now.
It's my ideal love
The key words are probably boy and naughty
Purpose: Even stubborn children will be understood by others