It rains continuously and I don't know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep.
This is a story about midsummer. Only after you have tasted the fruits of midsummer can you understand their sourness.
No matter what, you have to hold me tight when we meet again.
Intention: The fruits of midsummer are sour, but I hope you and I can be as gorgeous as summer flowers.