It's slightly cool at noon, and the sun is really nice. At the graduation ceremony in middle school, I stood under the podium and looked at him on the stage. I know that maybe this is why I can look at him so blatantly. He once filled my whole summer, but he can't survive the winter. Goodbye to the person I like, goodbye to the place where I grew up, goodbye to that summer, and goodbye to my youth. The next time the flowers bloom, they have to go through winter.