The brief summer light shines on the dry bones,
All the passion and expectation are called endless summer——
It is the peace that cannot be obtained, and the midsummer that can never be reached.
But your eyes are also my endless summer.
Summer in the north is fleeting,
Under the scorching sun,
Grudges and the past, redemption and rebirth,
In troubled times, they bloom together.
Concept: There is no absolute good or evil in the world, only different positions