Deep in your memory, there is always that best friend who smiles sweetly at you; there are always those relatives and friends who seem to be shouting for you behind you; and there are always those few teenagers who slip past your heart.
The sunlight flows down quietly from the leaves, and the mottled tree shadows are cast on the wall. Raise your head and look at the sky, the long clouds. All this seems to be the last moment of summer, and it also seems to be the last moment of fleeting years passing through my fingertips.