The setting sun paints your last shadow among the jagged flowers and trees, and they easily hurt my eyes.

The broad land is covered with abandoned wormwood and green tombstones.

The returning birds draw the golden tiredness in the distance, your smile and sadness are drawn into the same arc, summer is about to climb to the solemn zenith, who is drowsy.

The countless stars in the universe are countless lies.

All love is light, which can only reach our memories, but cannot give us warmth.

Therefore, I cannot see the expression of spring.

And the sky that I can see is a smoky gray sky that can only be seen with my eyes.

Permeated with unapproachable sadness, I used those gloomy letters to spell out long and thrilling sentences, shooting towards the extreme light, passing through the sadness, and in a trance, my pupils were smashed into powder by random arrows.

Your eyes extend from the paper to me quietly again, as quiet as a bridge covered with snow.

Your smile is a plant that has not grown for a long time, exuding an unprepared sensitivity.

That smile can escape at any time and be nowhere to be found.

I couldn't believe that another conversation was still your lie, but I once again stepped into the lie you weaved. I suddenly felt that the entire summer's rain was pouring into my body, making it heavy and cold.

The music stopped suddenly and I didn't know what happened.

In the embarrassing blank space, I seemed to see my own apocalyptic face.

Like the sound of breaking glass, a heavy rain that I thought would never come finally came with a roar before the dusk surged.

There was no lightning, no thunder, the whole world was soaked in white light.

I seemed to have entered a long river bed, and breathing became a luxurious thing.

The world's oceans are turned upside down.

I became a teddy bear without thinking. The teddy bear wandered blindly. The teddy bear could not return home. The teddy bear lost her beloved. The teddy bear was so sad that he almost cried.

The summer outside the window is disappearing in a daze.

Summer is fading away.

There are clusters of snowflakes falling in my eyes, still at a certain fault in time and space, tangled into a clear and cold mass.

My sadness has multiplied into a watery and scattered map that stretches endlessly in the gentle sunshine.

In your nonchalant expression, a few tears hit my jeans, rendering a few mixed shades of blue.

My sky is smoky gray, like a rushing river.

My summer is over and I miss it like crazy.

All my sorrows were lost in the depths of summer.

Is there anyone who can tell me where my summer, our summer, swept away my hordes of sadness?

In the early morning when summer disappeared, I fell asleep with tears on my pillow. My summer fell asleep like this, and my love quietly ended in the heart of summer.