The setting sun makes the summer wind golden, and I am still wearing a dark blue pleated skirt waiting for you to appear. I don't know why you didn't come to keep the appointment, but I still waited for you to show up without hesitation, year after year. . . A family incident happened overnight, and we were pulled into parallel lines from then on. I've been alone in all the places we've been. Sitting by the familiar lake, lazily breathing in the smell of the summer breeze, because, as you said, you will never get tired of the smell of the summer breeze. The one on your phone is always there, and has been there for several years. Now it is the fourth year, and I still can't bear to delete it, because it is the only trace of your existence, even if the string of numbers no longer belongs to you.
I wonder if you have ever thought of me, if you have imagined our reunion countless times, and if you will also look for traces of me in the summer wind. However, I always shed tears unconsciously. Whenever I breathe in the smell of summer wind, I feel happy and heartbroken. I am afraid that you will leave me and the past in that summer.
Now the summer wind still comes back every year. Will you come back one day and hold my hand to see everything soft in the summer wind?
However, he did not appear in the summer wind, but appeared in a winter, and it involved a past full of tears.
Where does their future go from here? . . . Will the story that started in the summer wind freeze in the cold white snow?