In the midsummer of that year, we were all still young; but we didn't know that the other side was already filled with sadness.
At that time, we hurt each other and were heartbroken but dared not admit it.
Even if I am no longer me, there is still no me in the world where you exist.
--Yin Yin Ji
On the other side of midsummer, sadness is filling the air.