Beetle Love

Many years ago, among the children who played together in the alley, there was a girl with a watermelon head nicknamed Beetle. Every time we played house, I wanted to get married to her. Maybe I was too precocious and I had feelings for her at that time. One day, she moved, and from that day on we never saw the girl again. I am a man who loves to reminisce, and I often recall the little things in the alley. I am a man who loves to fantasize, and I have also fantasized about what life would be like if she was always here. Until that day, I once again saw a girl with a watermelon head. She looked like a beetle when I was a child. I really wanted to get to know her.