That summer, only the two of us were left alive. Both of us left me that summer. I stood on the beach smoking a cigarette. I always miss the past, and time will make me forget.
Eight years later, I lit a firework stick, and the wind blew in my ears. In an instant, I was back to the time when I graduated. In the blink of an eye, I was sitting under the lighthouse. Everything was probably an illusion.
Intention: There is always a group of people that we cannot live without