I still remember that summer, you were sitting on my left.
I can reach your eraser with my hand, and you will smile sheepishly when you lend me your automatic pen.
You said my English was so poor that you forced me to memorize vocabulary words, and you called me Sister Dali because I tore off the tape with my bare hands.
We used to be so good.
Even though time flies, I am here to remember you.
Concept: Secret love in the youthful age