Seventeen years, seventeen summers, he walked with her. The shining lights and shadows under the trees, the dilapidated bicycles in the alleys, the handwritten wishing signs under the sycamore trees, everything is full of memories of him and her. However, at the end of every summer, he would no longer appear in her life, as if he had never been there before. The girl had been looking forward to it, looking forward to the summer, hoping that he would come to her again...
The gorgeous summer, the gorgeous him and her...