Three years... Is not long, in fact it is very short.
I think this may be your reward for me.
That summer was long. He looks like he can take his time with everything.
But somewhere you can't see - someone spent two months making a music box, and someone chewed up the sentence "I like you" and swallowed it back.
"I love you... I love" scenes from the past are overlapping and mixed.
I think this may be your reward for me.
Then summer passed.
Those who came first were left behind in the summer.
And I was left behind in that midsummer.
Intention: It's not about love or not. You have decorated my soul and left gaps.
The hot love in my mouth should not be regarded as just love.
My mood is like a green plum in midsummer, sour, sweet and bitter mixed together, and I have all kinds of feelings that I can't explain.
