They say that the best thing in youth is;
There are still countless summers waiting to be wasted;
But, you know.
Only the summer of students is called summer, while July and August for adults can only be regarded as "those days when the weather is very hot." It is during these days that I suddenly become an adult, invaded by the fragmentation of reality, like a vigorous and severe cold, and I understand some truths in my daze, struggling to recover.
But luckily, when I woke up, I still had that young boy next to me. We looked at each other and smiled, with stars still in our eyes.
Concept: youth, city, love