When we first met that year, we were only 17 years old. Summer was like an old movie with light rain, the beating of the heart was like a brief reply to a letter, and the chirping of cicadas was like the sound of bells urging the grand farewell of summer. The setting sun is lost in the tenderness of blue, the chirping of cicadas is always warm, and the long summer is gentle. In the small town full of camphor, we meet again after a long absence, to love, to live, and to rush towards midsummer.
The cicadas chirped wantonly, disturbing his summer; the gentle breeze brought back his wilderness.
Purpose: To heal the hearts of young people in love
