[Summer is over] in Japanese is a metaphor for a sudden cool breeze, an unexpected separation, and the hasty departure of youth. Who was pushed and pushed to grow up that summer, only to look back many years later and realize that he was never ready. The unruly young man blended into the sea of mediocrity in the blink of an eye.
It seems that he just slept on the desk for a long noon. In the dream, Ste has already been polished by the ups and downs of the financial world to be indifferent and decisive. It seemed like I just slept on the plane for more than ten long hours. In my dream, I was still the same young man with bright eyebrows and clear eyes.
Like a dream, this is her wandering record, commemorating the years when she was lost. Are you ready to wake up when summer is over?