There Are Whales Falling in Summer

On that day when the summer solstice was approaching, that slow town ushered in its own rainy season. In the drizzle every day, the same scene repeats itself: the bumpy cement road, the vegetable vendors on the roadside are still exchanging 13 cents with customers, and the old tricycle that collects waste bumps, bumps, and bumps into the distance of the road. Various awnings, large and small umbrellas, and drizzle formed her stage. Her figure seemed to be dancing in the rain, and her beauty was reflected in his eyes. The boy's words were still echoing in her ears, "What I pursue is a dream, a dream! If you have a dream, you won't be afraid of confusion in the future!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.