June has to be said to be a strange time. Starting from April, the temperature in the north rises above the surface, making it hot and windy. Instead, it rained continuously and it was cloudy and sunny. However, even in this kind of weather, there are still swallows with purple wings wandering on the long street that has been abandoned by the warmth and softness. There is no bustling and grassy roadside, but there are pines and cypresses standing upright who are helped by their compatriots. The swallow passes through the long street, through the sleepy and noisy square, through the heart and blood vessels of the city, with sighs and jealousy of the world, burying the seemingly nonexistent bonds and fate in its eyes.