The School Uniform and the Evening Breeze Are All for You

In the evening after the military training ended, in the evening breeze at the intersection, I met again the short-haired girl I had glimpsed on the first day of school. I originally planned to live on campus and live a stable college life, but all my plans were overturned in an instant. From then on, I bid farewell to the convenience of the dormitory and rode my bicycle to and from home and school every day, traveling through the sunset and evening breeze. The young man quietly hid his ignorant thoughts in the wind, only hoping to rub shoulders with her one more time on the way to school day after day. Midsummer ends and secret love begins. The wind will witness this tender heartbeat hidden in the school uniform.