I Love the Summer with You

It was a midsummer with noisy cicadas. That was the first girl I met. That was my youth that was folded, a past that I can't get back... The heartbeat is hidden in the turmoil of the mountains and seas, hidden in the tide of the crowds. When the memories came back, I started writing about this summer that was long over. The years are speechless, In the summer when the cicadas are still singing, we say goodbye to the end of the world. Wherever the wind passes, mountains and rivers become weightless. What I want to say is: In the blur of tomorrow, will you still be willing to hold my hand?