Just remember the killings that passed by. Vibrant, no single-plank bridge, no black, no July, golden all over again...
——Summer Solstice
June solstice
Xia is a child living in memories, crying and laughing, a season of prosperity and a lifetime of sighs.
Summer gardenias bloom and fade, but the fragrance of gardenias remains in memory. As small as a thought.
Summer is always lonely, one or two falling summers, one or two withered flowers, the petals have fallen and are gone. The windy season has passed, the rainy season is coming, and the tears are blurred.
Xia, why do you always like to be alone?
I have often thought about this question since I was little, and it is a bit inexplicable.
A group of inexplicable birds have been flying in the sky, the birds that have made me feel inexplicably heartbroken, the flowers in my memory, the white blooming flowers, and I have been trying so hard to smile so that I am no longer lonely.
——Xia
It's time for spring to pass! Do you still remember our stoic faces that year? Summer, my eternal summer...