In the summer of July, one day the flowers bloom. The sun is warm, maybe the broken flowers have fulfilled their wishes, and new flowers have bloomed. That day, the teenagers met. Then we share the same bed together through joys and sorrows until we are of the same mind. He doesn't know how to say nice things, he doesn't know how to be romantic, he is leisurely and comfortable. Maybe one day there was an argument, and he was dissatisfied that he had grown up, and he just wanted to protect him. Maybe one day he was uneasy, he was afraid that he would go further and further away, and he would just become stronger for him. There is no so-called honesty in their love, but there is no betrayal either. Misunderstanding is a road that must be passed, they know it, so they will work hard to find the answer, without saying let go or saying goodbye.