Preface: Memories.
In memory.
The noisy cicadas chirp endlessly. The hot summer is completely opposite to the cold winter. It seems that they will never meet.
, They will only go to two extremes and remain silent to each other.
The horizon seems to only look up at them from a distance.
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"I like summer." In the vast and boundless fields, the girl's dreamy voice was so clear and shocking.
Deepest in the heart.
[But I don't know why you left me that summer]
"I like winter." The boy lowered his eyes and looked at the girl lovingly, murmuring casually.
[All I know is that I started to hate summer from now on]
"Why?"
The familiar face smiled bitterly.
[I tried to understand winter, and then I gradually understood it. ]
___________ Is loneliness