[Volleyball Boys] Under the Scorching Sun

The jelly sea after low tide was quiet and beautiful. Seagulls glided over the branches, and the dark tree shadows appeared against the sunset. He lay on the beach, turned his head and watched the sun slowly slide into the sea. The cold northeast monsoon brought the moist atmosphere of early spring from across the sea. There was no one around, everything was silent. The dusk in Ryukyu seems to never end. The silence caused by her absence engulfed the whole world, and the passionate longing spread upward from the belly. At this moment, his heart was burned. - TIP: 1 This article is purely for my own enjoyment. - Intention: Self-celebration article (thumbs up)