Summer Wind Story

I live in three summer bubbles. In the post-apocalyptic ruins, plants grow ferociously, eating the summer light and spreading all over the world. I'll meet you. In Linyin in 2013, it was reported that this year was a rare severe heat, and the school bell rang. I'll meet you. The walled city of old times, the last summer before it was demolished. I'll meet you. I really hope to see you again someday. / SF, more fantasy style. Just think of it as a long summer dream. Intention: Not to be afraid of hardships and forge ahead.