Summer, what kind of season should it be, hot, irritable or restless? I used to think that summer is a beautiful season, because when the sun shines on the earth, it is no longer dark. It combines our longing for love, friendship, and the beauty of life. Later, too much pain, hatred, and tears filled the whole summer inexplicably, and I gradually realized that summer is really an eventful season...
Later, I changed to a different city, thinking that I had changed the scenery, changed the memories, and changed my life. But summer still comes, what should come still comes, and what should be met will always be met...