I still remember the summer when I was 16 or 17 years old, the sunshine pouring through the leaves, the watermelon that was so cool that I couldn't stop chewing it, the squeaking fan in the classroom, the textbooks that were so heavy that I couldn't stand upright, the bicycle that brought a breeze when passing by... They are all reluctant and unforgettable. But more importantly, there are countless of your backs and smiles there, making those summers seem to never end. They just keep spreading sweet and salty, in my heart, in my dreams, in my wounds, in my sweetness... Only you can put an end to it.