Summer, the most passionate season of the four seasons.
"I like you, but I don't necessarily love you."
"If I love you, I must like you very much."
On a lonely summer night, there is an indescribable fragrance in the air.
She is lonely black, cold and proud as the moon high in the sky.
He is shining gold, as bright as the radiant sun.
She is sweet pink, as cute and naughty as gentle and colorful clouds.
Black, gold, pink...
The moon, the sun, the clouds...
Romantic summer night, sweet fragrance.
A beautiful romantic fairy tale does not necessarily end with a princess and a prince.