"August 26 was the last time I stepped on your elongated shadow under the streetlight. I still couldn't say goodbye to you properly. It seemed that as long as I didn't say goodbye, we would never leave. Axing, don't forget me. I said silently to your shadow."
The summer in Jianglin County is still so sultry, and I still think of the boy whose clothes were flying in the wind that night when I first met him. Ah Xing, you and I missed another summer.
Intention: secret love