It's only half a day to talk about floating life, half a day to be happy
But for half a moment, they were just confused.
During the summer vacation after the college entrance examination that year, we met under the shadow of the cicada trees.
By chance or fate, he became his teacher.
So half of my life is foreshadowing for meeting, and half of my life is foreshadowing for parting.
But it's a thought that I can't let go of