I met him in the hottest summer.
I lost him in the cool beginning of autumn.
We once walked side by side along the long street, shared a house of fireworks, and promised each other year after year.
Later, the yin and yang were separated, leaving a room full of old things, and living alone year after year.
I stick to his preference and go to the cemetery every year to express my thoughts with his sweet fragrance.
I wrote long letters that no one could deliver, hiding my deep love at the tip of my pen.
A suicide note, two months late, expresses his unspoken reluctance.
A love that started in midsummer eventually became an unsolvable obsession for the rest of my life.
The cicadas stopped chirping and the evening breeze became cooler.
My summer will never come back.
Title: "Summer Without Return"
Concept: A heartbeat that begins with the chirping of cicadas, and a farewell that ends in midsummer. Using the regret of a flush as a metaphor for a boy's love that ends in vain, he describes the BE aesthetics of eternal separation between heaven and man, and explores the youth trapped by death and the longing that cannot be let go for the rest of his life.
