The sycamore leaves rustled in the wind.
The boy blushed and handed over the love letter.
"I like... You."
But that love was rejected.
After graduation.
The boy who confessed his love with a red face became a writer.
He spoke frankly about his secret love experience on a national live broadcast.
"Of course I won't let go. He is my biggest guide."
Intention: to us when we were young