When I met you, I bathed in the breeze of summer, silently exploring your footprints through the breeze, and then followed the breeze, walked your path, and embarked on the road to meet you. The road was winding and empty, with only the sound of wind accompanying me. As I walked silently, you became the biggest secret in my summer riddle and the protagonist in my diary!
Intention: Regrets will always be made up for by someone