Midsummer when I was seventeen came neither too early nor too late. Just as the distance between us was neither far nor close, we seemed to be close at hand but yet far away. At that time, we naively thought that having each other meant we had the whole world. At that time, we did not understand the extreme pain of separation. . . It's just that many years later, when I think back to that time that I remember so hard, there are only a few words left, the vague throbbing buried in my heart, the traces of beauty in the memory, and the person who disappeared in the memory. . .