The world of a tennis king cannot be just about tennis
My appearance here has nothing to do with chance. It is destined to bring you a gorgeous midsummer, extremely bright.
When the cherry blossoms bloomed in the first love, I looked at you lightly and told you that my world has nothing to do with you from now on. My love is so selfish that I can only tolerate treating me as the lover of the world. And you, your time, are interspersed with so many people and things that I can only despair.
The last time I fell in love was at the end of summer, but the sunshine was still fierce, but I was filled with happiness all over my body.