The copywriting is incompetent.
The past is in the past, I will not live my life like a tragic heroine who draws circles on the calendar with my fingers.
I will enjoy my life happily and healthily.
But I will always remember the shallow love that summer.
Maybe at that time, if I could be braver and more honest, wouldn't the memories be better? Is there something more between us?
The light spots leaking from the treetops, accompanied by the sound of wind, are such wonderful music.