It doesn't seem that hot in early May;
The cicadas on the trees didn't chirp much loudly.
The wind blowing the hair on the temples,
It's the beating of the heart.
The young men sat side by side under the tree,
The sun sets slowly;
The evening light rested on them,
Summer comes quietly,
"Summer" is also approaching.
Intention: Live well, not for others, only for yourself.