In the midsummer of that year, cicadas kept chirping and branches spread outside the window.
Taking root in the mottled light and shadow, in those young days, we grew wildly like a weed.
A wanton and flamboyant character is the best look of a young man.
The afterglow of summer shines on the yellowed paper, writing about the youthful and frivolous days of boyhood.
Intention: Love yourself well