The chirping of cicadas filled the air in midsummer, and the faint fragrance of lotus swaying from afar soaked the young man's dreams. Whether it was you in the past or you now, you are mine for thousands of generations, my future and past, and my dreams. It is so sweet that you can only taste it briefly, and you will stop after getting drunk, shouting "Time is a song".
Intention: In the swaying songs, gaze at each other and walk side by side.