The summer sun burns through the clouds, turning them into an orange sea. Looking out of the campus window, on the playground, the golden afterglow shines on several teenagers, and their shadows form a picture of youthful youth. The loyalty and enthusiasm of youth are in full bloom like endless summer. If you want to write a poem for the budding love in youth, then please end with endless summer.
Everyone is the protagonist in their own story. I hope every princess can meet the Rose Knight who bows her head for her. I hope the wind will blow me into your ears with those unclarified thoughts.
Intention: You must know: liking does not mean rushing, but silent companionship and respect.