To His Lost Summer

He and her were related to summer, but they also ended in summer. He didn't know what he wanted, and he still didn't know what his heart was urging him to do. He just instinctively used force to get closer and admire the blooming summer flowers, the romantic and splendid her in the summer. What did he gain after taking out his own heart? I don't know, he doesn't know, and she knows. Time froze, summer passed forever, and the shivering wind of autumn mocked his loss. Listen to the wind sing, watch the water fall, no one dances with you, only the shadows accompany you. It seems that I am at ease, but I am also really empty. Where can I send it temporarily? Who knows? Cicadas chirp, frogs sing, the moon shines brightly, sit alone and think carefully.