Piercing Eyes

Did you encounter such love when you were seventeen? She listened to her favorite "The One I Loved for the First Time" and walked on the track and field with her female companion, whispering. She held the 0.28Mm water-core pen and calculated carefully on the manuscript paper. The sound of her knocking on the back door of the classroom is like the beating of your humble heart. And you just watch and listen from a distance... No matter how long it takes, the picture scroll cannot lose its quality, and it is built in your pupils without interruption. The growing attachment, accompanied by the flow of warm blood in your body, rolls through every blood vessel of yours, sweeping through your lush seventeenth year. But still remember that girl who stung your eyes like the summer sun?