This is a story of regret and loss.
The summer wind blew gently, and the boy's face, slightly red due to throbbing, stood out in the sunlight. He was filled with joy, thinking that he had picked the brightest star; at the same time, love quietly sprouted in the girl's heart, and she thought she had met the sun in her life. I thought this was the beginning of the story, but I didn't expect it to be the prologue to farewell. When she longed to be reunited again, her sun had disappeared and his star was out of reach. It's midsummer again, but the corners that were once filled with love are now filled with endless loneliness and empty memories.
Concept: Like is in summer, regret is also in summer