The sequel to "Unfinished".
My friend and I were standing in the corridor outside the classroom chatting. The summer wind blew slowly and lifted the ends of my hair.
She suddenly asked me what my secret love was?
I looked at the crowd walking under the yellow oak tree, the sun shone on them, and the frivolity and dazzlingness of the youth appeared in front of me.
"A secret love means that when he appears, everyone becomes pale."
"He is the unique romance of my youth."
There is no redemption in the Kidnapping of Roses and Sunsets, we are all prisoners of addiction.
The star jar is full, and each one carries my excitement and disappointment. Time passes, the wind rises and falls, and the stars are covered with dust. The loneliness and courage of that year finally gave way to youth and frivolity.
That day you were standing by the window on the podium in your school uniform, and the light shone on your face. I thought that moment belonged to my youth.
* Short story be
Intention: Maybe you like it, but it is a regret in itself
