There is no use in liking, there is no use in loving, there is no use in liking each other. That lover who couldn't leave me could only make me shed tears. Through the tears, I could barely see his back as he walked away with his skateboard, and I couldn't tell whether he had ever looked back for me. I closed my eyes and thought that the train would go all the way north until dark, making the hometown he rushed to day and night so brightly lit, as brilliant as the hundred thousand bright lights lit with sadness in my heart.
Concept: My summer and short-lived happiness always end in a very cruel way