It was the perfect time in midsummer, with the scorching sun and long cicada chirping.
But it is also fleeting, leaving one person alone, waiting hard.
Some encounters are not necessarily beautiful, and may be wrong from the beginning. Maybe we shouldn't have met. If we didn't know each other back then, would everything have changed now? Is it true that we won't be in such a mess? Can you always be by my side? Secret love is silent, yet deafening. Obviously they all know my joy, but you never know. But no matter what, your arrival is the most important moment in my life.
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