The summer of that year seemed to no longer exist. The acquaintance, acquaintance, love, and love between him and I all drifted apart over time.
Every time I think of the past, it still touches my heartstrings.
Love always passes by inadvertently and cannot be grasped or controlled. Maybe I should not have made a vow to love him unswervingly.
Intention: When the sun comes out, let's hug each other and say goodbye