She began to like the spring breeze blowing through his shirt that smelled of laundry detergent. She liked the noisy cicadas outside the window in summer but could not disturb the hustle and bustle in the girl's heart. She liked the slowly falling maple leaves in autumn like longing. She also liked the rare but warm sunrise in winter. She thought that no four seasons in life were more profound than this year. Maybe what she liked was not the four seasons, but the four seasons with him.
Concept: Youthful crush, campus growth he