That summer in my memory, a rain of sunshine that came and went at once, carrying a nervous and joyful mood, rippled in the girl's heart. After the rain, there is still a moist earthy smell in the air at the beach. On the road near the sea, a bicycle and a young man in white broke into her sight. Pulling out along the road, she saw a lush camphor forest. The cooling wind came slowly with a chill. She was startled at first, then recovered, and wanted to continue looking around, but the young man was nowhere to be seen...
Intention: Liking is a beautiful thing, especially in a midsummer time.