She was born to hate summer. The cicadas chirped noisily and the heat was scorching. She had always avoided it.
Until I bumped into someone in the middle of summer that year, the evening breeze, the shade of the trees, and the boy in white became the unique tenderness of summer.
She began to covet the long summer, prefer the sound of cicadas, and hide all her heartbeats in the hot season.
Later, they parted ways, leaving only memories and emptiness in midsummer. She once again hated the whole summer.
I thought that every summer would be regrettable from now on.
You can go round and round, the old friend's return date has arrived.
I don't like summer at all.
Only because of you, time and time again, my view of midsummer changes.
Purpose: Year after year, summer comes and goes, just to rush to a perfect reunion.