When the breeze blows through the trees, the teacher's chattering can be heard in the classroom,
She thought the image would remain vivid in her mind for years to come.
Later, time flew by, like old film reels in a movie,
The intentional color slowly fades.
When I think of it again,
All that was left was the sunshine that she met when she raised her head,
and a young man standing lazily at the table.
A blank piece of paper like mine can be filled with sad poems about you.
Intention: I want to be braver and confess my love before dawn