At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the late summer wind, which has already been slightly cool, slowly and hurriedly walks through the streets with people coming and going.
After a long separation, I survived the expectations, sadness, and despair, but in the end I calmed down amidst the struggles again and again. My heart felt as still as water. Maybe when I turned around at some point, I could catch a glimpse of your figure in the vast sea of people, and then I would smile at each other and drift away.