What is white moonlight?
When I looked at this question, there was no one in the classroom. The bustling noise had passed, leaving only the silence that threatened to leak my breath.
She just sat by the window, the sound of pen rustling flowing in the quiet classroom, and I just looked at her. There was more magic in her than Medusa, and I stayed where I was like a stone statue.
When she stopped writing and turned around to look around the classroom, I started to show off in a panic.
My heart was showing its presence, my eardrums were about to be shattered, and I felt like my head was spinning.
I dare not look at her.
I felt the footsteps approaching me, and I felt the footsteps getting farther and farther away.
Like a pardoned criminal, I finally emerged from the floating sea for a short time.
When I looked up, I saw the sparse shadows of trees outside the window.
The sun shines through the shade of the trees and directly into my lonely chest.
I met you again in midsummer, and I suddenly wanted to ask you about what happened back then.
In the panic poem, in the ditty that is about to burst, have you heard my heartbeat?
2024.3.21 Written at nearly 11 o'clock at night
Intention: Cherish each other and see yourself clearly