The summer when I was seventeen seemed like it would never end.
The wind will blow the white shirt, the chirping of the cicadas will drown out the school bell, and the sunshine will stretch the boy's shadow very long.
They met in the same summer and learned to like each other in the same summer.
Later, one went to the world and the other to the sea of stars.
Those unspoken words were ultimately left in the seventeen-year-old wind.
It turns out that they don't have time to love each other.
They had a whole summer to themselves.
It's just that they all thought that after summer, there would be many, many summers.
