Crumpled A4 Paper

What is love? It is a bud that sprouts prematurely but is cut off by time. Autumn rain in 2004, fourth grade classroom. A boy who was soaked and had low self-esteem under a straw hat saw clearly for the first time the soft down on the back of the girl's neck in the front row. At that moment, something in the moist heart made a wrong sound that could never be corrected. From then on, regret became a perpetual motion machine of longing. And we are all stuck at that age when we should not have love.