It has become a habit to call boys "brothers". Who would have thought that this time, I would realize later that I was deeply in love and out of control. It turns out that a masculine woman can also turn into a soft girl, but she only has pity for the steelworker.
I have never seen a girl like this. She seems carefree and attentive. She has never thought of being attracted, but she has long since lost the qualifications to be a lover.
This time comes and goes, autumn is over, and the past is not over.