On that day in August, even though I heard your long-lost voice, your voice was like the sound of nature, I turned around, but I couldn't help crying. It's so hot in summer. It's so hot that I can't help but burst into tears.
Ah, Ji Qing, I think of the day I first met you. It was such a hot day and the sky was cloudless.
It was a midsummer, sunny day with a gentle breeze.