Years go by, midsummer comes and goes, sycamore leaves fall and grow again. I thought the goodbye was far away, but it came quietly on an ordinary day. After not seeing each other for many years, the boys and girls who used to be tit-for-tat have lost their childishness. The moment we looked at each other again, we realized that the love we had when we were young has never been erased by time. After going round and round, the summer wind rises again, but I finally waited for you.
Intention: When the wind meets summer, I meet you.