I Haven't Heard the Name of the Flower, This Summer Is Long

I know the meaning of the flower, but I haven't smelled the flower. I have seen the flower, but I haven't heard the name of the flower... We still don't know the name of the flower we saw that day. That summer, I saw another version of myself in the mirror for the first time. She was wearing a white dress that I had never owned before, and her smile was like broken sunshine. When I reached out and touched it, I fell into an extremely familiar world - the chirping of cicadas on the river bank, the abandoned "Super Peace Busters" base, and the girl with the same appearance as me who was running towards me. My name is Mianma. I traveled through time and became the most unexpected character in this doomed to be sad story. … This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.