When the chirping of the cicadas fades away, dusk spreads over the eaves. The evening breeze carries the fragrance of gardenia through the hair, and kisses the neck coolly - this is the most gentle gift in the summer night, but it is not as good as you beside me. With the coolness of the ice soda on your fingertips, you stepped side by side with me through the mottled light and shadow cast by the street lamp. The shadows sometimes approached and sometimes overlapped on the ground. The wind blows your laughter far away, mixing with the noise of the night market in the distance and the chirping of insects nearby, creating a sweetness that lasts all summer. It turns out that the most pleasant summer night is never when the evening breeze blows on my face, but when you are in the evening breeze.
