[Abuse, abuse, purity, purity~] It's another hot summer, Jiexiu, do you still remember that old locust tree? I still seem to feel the feeling of lying in your arms, and I seem to hear your voice when I close my eyes. You are talking about every bit of your childhood, and I just like to listen and enjoy it all. There will always be footprints left by the two of us on the side of the road. You said you would always walk with me. . . . . .