The golden cicadas are chirping in summer, the wind is blowing and the clouds are rising. I look at the grass all over the mountains and plains. In the hustle and bustle of summer, I once again step into this homeland that I have not visited for a long time. I looked at the clouds in the sky, listened to my favorite music in my headphones, and looked at this homeland. I thought of that summer and him. I just want to know if he ever had any feelings for me. Just a little bit is fine.
Concept: Notes of my youth