The wind blows across my feet, and I miss the taste of summer. I can't bear to eat your smile;
The leaves keep falling in autumn. Does anyone know how sad I am? I feel so bored without you by my side;
The wind rushes into the corners of my clothes and puts loneliness into my backpack. I miss the smell of your perfume. Missing it makes me even more troubled;
I think you know that the taste of summer has been engraved in my heart forever, so please give me the final signal, and I will leave quietly without disturbing you. Excerpted from "The Taste of Summer" by Hou Xian