In early summer, there are lazy afternoons and the fragrance of toilet water.
In midsummer, it seems that there are only memories of wet sweat and popsicles melting under the shade of the trees.
In early autumn, withering gradually begins, and some things are quietly sprouting.
In late autumn, before winter comes, there is a brilliant explosion.
Winter is so long, but the subway to spring has not arrived yet.
Ten years of secret love, ten years of entanglement.
But it is a memory that belongs to us.
Conception: