Evening Breeze Meets White Moonlight

Under the sycamore tree, the two people hugged each other tightly. The sun shines through the leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on them. The wind blows, and the sycamore leaves rustle, as if singing a gentle song. The wind in June, and the love that has been hidden in my heart for a long time. All secret loves will have repercussions. All the waiting is worth it.