The rain this summer is particularly cool. Unknowingly, the clear butterfly lingering in the Midsummer Night's Dream has traveled back and forth several times and space. The azure color under the transparent umbrella no longer seems to be broken. That is not because it has been firmly chosen, but because it has been reborn in the darkness and given its own life. A new color... This article records a memoir that was spawned by the friendship between an INFP and an INFJ girl and was already suppressed in my heart and I don't want to mention it anymore. So, in each other's eyes, what new colors will our past and the future create?
Purpose: To convey the importance of female friendship in growth and record precious memories
