That midsummer was the closest place to frivolity, and it was soaked by the dusk rain and left a thick patch of color. The silence in the eyes was turned into agility, and the dust was dyed into matte. When the sun shines through the fingers and everything, it just illuminates our midsummer. Let us promise to stay together again, because frivolity is not in vain.
A message from my friend miao
Intention: Everyone in midsummer will be happy