16th Flower Seasons

"The day the sun kisses on the footsteps

And purple flowers, still falling all over the courtyard...

Who's in a hurry, let anyone else stand there?

Find who's feet, in the sound of fallen leaves."

I'm a cloud. Clouds floating in the stream of my hair let go smoothly.

I'm sunny. The sun is gentle, clear as poetry in the eyes of the blind.

I'm a flower. Flowers kiss my cheeks sweetly. Purple flowers bloom in a corner of the schooly way, I smile even more beautiful than flowers.

In Newton, I was sixteen years old and full of wishes. High school youth is as beautiful as a dream, taking me through thousands of meetings, giving me extremely precious friendships ...

Then accidentally, I suddenly found him.

Newton's sky is so small, I met someone to shake. They told me that high school love was naïve, foolish and beautiful. A slanderous saying of someone who is enough to make me remember, the fist in a hurry in the hallway makes me happy forever, or the moment someone suddenly appeared behind the doorway of the class embarrassed me blushing ...

I don't know when, I've known love. Just remember that day, the sky was blue, the grass was green, the flowers were purple, the wind flew teasing the hair, my cheeks were pink and Nodded in his consent.

At the age of sixteen, he called my name youth.