Love in Midsummer

In midsummer, you are tipsy and you leave like this. Midsummer tipsy, I come with you. On a rainy day in June, the rain soaked my eyes, and my so-called destiny began to go off the rails. If there is an afterlife, I will give you a prosperous life and compose a love that is as fiery as a song. Leaving is the last way I love you. I hope you don't change your name in your next life, so that it will be easier for me to find you.