Life Notes 03 | School Day

Feb.25 2020

19 degrees clear and cloudless

School week.

I remembered that every school day in middle school, in order to avoid the flag-raising ceremony an hour under the bright sun, I always pretended to be sick and hid in the health room.

Today's weather reminds me of my high school days.

On the strap of the green canvas schoolbag, the members of the idol group are written in mottled characters in licorice white. Inside the backpack are bento boxes and chocolate beans that are easy to "steal" in class. A love letter sent out.../

I like to paint my nails with sequin pink, even if I have to dodge the clothes inspection every week/

I often skip a self-study class after school, go to the nearby bakery to buy a pudding bread, then go to the court to watch my sweetheart practice ball, and fall into the fantasy of pink bubbles in my heart alone under the sunset.

In the middle school years, it seems that everything that happened can be kept as a memory, and the inner activities in each page of the diary completely outline the appearance of youth.

It feels as if the world could be changed so easily.

A song on demand—

soda green as we walk together