The young man grabbed me and shared a fruit with me. It was ripe and plump and I couldn't wait to take a bite.
Ah, it turns out to be an astringent fruit.
Summer will eventually pass.
"We" will eventually become "me" and "you".
Youth never comes again.
Reading guide:
youth/slow heat/plain/be
Minors do not fall in love
Micro-group portrait (more sub-CPs, but not a large proportion of scenes)
(2025.2.17)
Concept: Everyone is an independent individual
