Early Summer Green Lemon

The girl's love is over before it even begins. You are that section of cyan, that touch of green, the early summer sunshine, falling on the earth, a few strands submerged into the darkness, disappearing without a trace. It seems that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl is moved by a glance or by accident, but what if she is moved? A coward will never take that step, fearing that he will know who you are.