We are always waiting for a sunny day.
Waiting for the clouds to disperse, waiting for the wind to stop, waiting for all the words to be said have stopped, and waiting for the love hidden in early autumn to be expressed to the other party openly.
It turns out that what we look forward to in our youth is never a cloudless sunny day.
It's that ordinary dusk that carries the early autumn evening breeze, carries the youthful regret, and finally allows us to stay with each other.
Intention: to move forward courageously