Green locust trees and tall willows swallow new cicadas, and the scented wind first blows into the strings
One early summer, he met him
Another early summer, he was with him
Maybe he is not the best choice for him, maybe he is not the most suitable existence for him
But it doesn't matter
Because in their world, there is only each other and no one else
Because in their hearts, they have already regarded the other party as an existence that is more important than themselves.
No gunfire, no sadomasochism
There is just him and him
Walking together through an early summer in a plain but warm way
Countless early summers are coming again