A collection of youth short stories. The last season of the end of summer, just like this fruitless secret love, the most regrettable thing happened in the hottest season. He dismissed her with just "I think I've seen her somewhere". In this short youth, it was enough for her to like one person passionately. The end of summer was over, and she thought that the rest of her life would be like late autumn, peeling off her longing for him like falling leaves.
