Remember that summer? We held hands and agreed to spend that winter together. But you fell quietly in front of me, before you could say sorry to me! What kind of mood should I have to spend the time without you? You are like a dandelion, always disappearing in the heart-pounding afternoon, and I am just a cloud, constantly visiting the dreams I long for! I remember that you and I separated at the end of summer and said goodbye at the autumn solstice!