Sitting in the classroom, the old music on the radio on the rooftop, the endless chirping of cicadas outside the window, the green leaves swaying in the wind on the playground, the evening wind of that summer blew into my peaceful heart, causing ripples in my heart. The boyhood ended at the end of June, we met in summer, and summer never ends. Close your eyes, the wind is blowing, do you feel it?
Concept: The word "love" is not understood, no matter how I write it, it is wrong
