In the hot midsummer of high school, you and I met and started an awkward love. I know it won't be you in the future. I am very sensible and independent. I rejected your boyfriend status. You are not resentful or angry, but you are still persisting and still being ambiguous. You are so honest and I like you so much. I like your shy look, clumsy words and youthful spirit. We are in love. As time goes by and we accompany each other, my truth shows you that you are tolerant and I am still unrestrained. But never again. We broke up. You are really tired. I regret it, but I can't come back. I miss you. Will we meet again? My idiot, I hope we can meet again!
Intention: It turns out that we are all testing each other