I still remember that summer,
I met him.
In an instant I understood,
What is the feeling of palpitations?
I wonder if the summer sun is too scorching,
Or the smile at the corner of his mouth is too dazzling,
My ears can barely tell the difference,
The sound was like the rhythm of a drum,
It's the sound of basketball hitting the ground,
Or my irregular heartbeat.
That summer,
the gears of destiny,
Unknowingly deceived everyone,
Leading us to different destinations.
That summer,
It's you, me, her, and him,
The turning point of life...