Every girl may have had the same dream. In that season when the cicadas chirp, in that June when the phoenix flowers bloom. Flowers are blooming and enthusiasm is blazing. The ignorant emotions make people yearn for it. The cicadas still chirp, but the city is no longer there. This article is just a tribute to the years we have spent together. I hope that after the cicadas sing, summer will still be light years away.
Concept: From youth to campus to gray hair. Love doesn't stop, romance remains.