There is a feeling that will never lose to time.
During the summer vacation of my senior year of high school, I was listening to her "Wife" alone at home.
Now that I think about it, I remember very clearly the sound of crickets chirping from the window and the sound of sweat running down my back.
Time,
Time gone and never returned,
The memories of those years together,
In the most beautiful years of youth, precipitation, precipitation.