The Call of the Upper Body

Nineteen years old, no lolita, no green, fell in love with a person, a person who should not have loved but fell in love with. At the age of twenty-two, all youth has become pale. I saw my heart. It turned out that it had been beating silently and tirelessly for someone I had never cared about. Maybe it's time to love, maybe it's time to let the powder of those years go away with the wind. Did you hear its call?