It seems that all the good things and all the partings happen in summer.
It's the so-called midsummer, but no one is left. Everyone just ran as fast as they could, and then disappeared into the sea of people.
Everything I thought I could catch with my hard work finally passed between the fingers I stretched out for you.
That was the hand you held firmly when you told me "we will be together forever."
As young people, we always believe in a saying: Summer will last forever, and we will remain the same as before.
But you see, the summer cicadas never fly to autumn after all, so summer will always end.
The story that happened in summer will remain in that summer forever. Then the fall of that year came. Then we are no longer who we were before.
Until, there is no us.
Summer Record, summer strange news record.
If that will eventually become a dream, before waking up from the dream, please let me review that grand and scrawled youth from the beginning.
Purpose: The most powerful comforting words I have ever heard: "It's not your fault, it's fate's fault."