This is a story that may not have an end, it continues and passes by.
The arrival of August is quiet but golden, as if all the good things are in summer, and they seem to gather on a few fixed days. After that, I will still miss those sunshine, but I don't know where to look for them.
I wandered off a path.
I stretched out my hand but couldn't find Xia Tian.
Intention: lament youth