The sun is warm and the wind is beginning to blow, and the shadows of clouds are deep at dusk in summer.
There are endless thoughts in thousands of miles, but a smile cannot be found.
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That boy you have a crush on, that leisure time, or just that little piece of candy can unintentionally become an indelible memory, making you cry or laugh.
This is a story about summer and a memory about summer
Concept: When it comes to "youth", it seems that "summer" always comes to mind, and this is probably the "summer" in my eyes.