That summer, on the green tree stumps, cicadas chirped and birds sang, in the bustling corridor, you pushed the bicycle I was driving, and that boy's head was always held high, with a hearty smile. You wiped my tears and I sang for you about the future. I can't accompany you for the rest of your life, but I will definitely accompany you when you grow up. That summer, that alley, those teenagers, they have always existed, but they have never been fixed.
*There is no story line. The author is a live-in-the-moment type who writes whatever comes to his mind. He roughly conceives a few plots, but there will be abuse in the later stage, big abuse and special abuse. When you fall in love, the sweetness will last longer (maybe...)
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