The seventeen-year-old he only lived during my seventeen-year-old year. Of course, it was unique, only one kind, and only belonged to Jasmine's summer. But there is more than one long summer in life, and there is more than one memory of summer. They are like different bookmarks, mixed in different pages, carrying their own memories, flowing in the river of my time.
A sweet and sour teenage story.
Intention: Your long summer will never wither