This article is humorous and the story is neither pretty nor ugly.
The trees on the street are swaying in the wind on the street. I look at the future with time and the past with memory. The wind on the street blows on my face. I think of the story that was widely circulated in the rumors that year. You walked away that night when I was in a daze. You and she and I fought with so and so, but all of this ended before the summer was over.