The Summer That Has Not yet Arrived

The phone displayed "sent successfully" on June 8, 2016. That was the 37th time I wrote "Can we not separate" and then deleted it word for word. Later I found out that at the same moment, there was an unsent message on his phone: "Take me away, please, right now." The two messages that never arrive are like our youth that ends in vain, forever stopped in that hot summer filled with the fragrance of camphor trees.