"I met you in summer, and we parted in summer."
A good beginning often leads to a bad ending. He recalled the moments that belonged to them and missed her breathing. She would never appear in front of him again, and he could only look at the cold tombstone and pretend not to care. Closing his eyes, his mind was filled with images of her. Before he knew it, a drop of clear tears fell from the corner of his eyes. Every frame of his relationship with her was still in his mind...
