A girl's worries at the age of 17, apart from aimless wrong questions, friendship
And him
The racing car scraped a mark on the horizon, like a bloody sun, and the sound of rattling resounded throughout the track.
That night at the beginning of summer
"If you win this game, do you want to stay with me?"
The evening breeze covered his red face
"What game are you waiting for?"
"Right now."
The chirping of cicadas breaks through the restraints, and the hot breath irrigates the air
constitutes his and her entire summer
Intention: What comes faster than winter is you and me