That summer, when the maple leaves were not yet red, the meeting of young people was fate, and it was also the wonderful story that brought summer. The drink was ice, the lemon was sour, and their story was sweet.
"Then... Why are the maple leaves red?"
"No reason, because... I love you."
Intention: Cherish everything about you, your youth or time now, don't let it pass too fast, don't leave any regrets.