Summer is almost over.
When the final scenery is a deserted emptiness of hope.
When you are far away from my world, I finally no longer miss you to the point of being hurt.
Our final reply, is it just to reply to the stranger.
Is it true, is it going to end?
This is not the ending I wanted. Alienation or abandonment is neither.
However, after all, I cannot modify things that cannot be repeated...