We have only childhood sweethearts but no bamboo horses; we are silly, naive and ignorant; we are concerned about childhood, but look forward to youth!
Once upon a time, our childhood days when we met and joined hands drifted away in the scorching early summer, and also disappeared in the sadness of the late summer!
However, no matter what the outcome is, I am always happy for our growth, smile for our relief, applaud our bravery, and cheer for our youth!
We are the flowers of midsummer!