In early summer, the sun is scorching hot.
The sun shines through the clouds and pours gently into the lush vegetation.
The hibiscus flowers on the roadside are blooming again. So delicate and bright, so free and unrestrained.
I thought again of that midsummer, that girl with low self-esteem, and that letter that would never be sent,
And the throbbing of youth, the truest and purest joy...
Intention: To give you who once chose to remain silent in a secret love, an opportunity to embrace the "courage" you missed...