The scorching heat of midsummer is always accompanied by the vigorous rainy season, and the sun has to shrink its brilliance, but at the age of seventeen or eighteen, it still shines brightly.
The sadness and regret hidden in youth will be covered up by those bright memories in the future. The sun came out and dispersed the dark clouds. The rain stopped. My rainy season will never come again.
Intention: My rainy season will never come again