At the end of summer, the sun shines through the sycamore leaves on the face of the summer girl,
Bright and sad,
In this summer,
She gained too much, but lost too much.
If everything could be repeated,
Will the ending of her, him and her change?
Just, if only if...
These injuries, these pains,
scratched her thin youth,
In the end, it solidified into a scar that can never be touched...
However, there are no more tears to respond to the occasion,
All the tears have long been left in the summer when she was 14 years old...