In the days after I transferred to another school, I fell into decline again and again.
A day without wind, no light, no shadow
Can't see my own form, walk my own path
Chaos, living in emptiness
There is always light shining somewhere
Warms the whole heart
The refreshing taste of mint in late summer, the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, and the throbbing that is hard to calm down.
The next year's midsummer, the cherries are bitter, the hawthorns are sour, and the love is unfinished.
Intention: Yuan Dan