Summer throbs, and I don't know what this vibration in my chest is for. It's like the Coke I drank on a hot summer day when I was a kid, it bubbles up and down. Later we parted ways, and I didn't even have time to tell you about my passionate youthful joy. So the baking soda in the soda gradually lost its effectiveness. If love is the orange soda in early summer, then love must be the sweet liquor hidden in the summer night. Just when I thought my heartbeat had subsided, I realized that the strong drink had just hit my heart.
Intention: There is no such thing as love at first sight, it is all planned for a long time