You are the only little sun in midsummer, warm and magnanimous, shining brightly. And I am an inferior and cowardly light chaser in the corner of the backlight. I only dare to secretly feel my heart by your warmth. I dare not get close or hug you. This one-way love, hot and humble, finally ended with the chirping of cicadas at the end of summer.
Concept: The love in adolescence is too fragile and cannot withstand further education. Distance, inferiority, reality, and growing up means constant loss.