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Summer comes a little late

Every day there are tears, and the fire is dying

The tea has been separated for the whole winter, and spring has gone far

In summer, I still stand and look at the intersection of seasons

That is probably the memory of when the maple leaves sprouted

Now the maple leaves are full of the entire mountain peak

There is no way to stop even the path. The memory is sealed in the years before departure

The leisurely sound of the flute hurts my heart

Looking for the dress I wore when I came

That season, that face

No trace can be found

The weird laughter spreads the seeds of hope

The seedlings cannot touch the delicate hands of midsummer

< p>Standing alone in the cold wind, waiting

Waiting for the old love that lingered all night to catch fire

Boil it and set off immediately

All chapters about summer

< p> Brilliantly bragging

The hair rises and falls in the eyes of the lover

How did you come to the day when I left in a boat

Even the clothes are gone There is no trace of nostalgia

The little care I asked for is just a drop in the bucket

My heart is still waiting in the summer

Waiting for a night of lingering rain and then a clear sky

Waiting for that late monologue to sing about the ruthlessness of the years

Waiting for all the excuses to fall through

Then, I kept a promise

Planting my Manor

And my grass can grow wildly. The changes in summer are ruthless

Are you here? The hangover that night

I couldn’t wake up from the dream, the beauty seduced the enchantment of summer

And you, my lover

Any news about me, All must be passed through

An old diary opens a window

Listen, the wind is serenading and calling

There is also a bird that sank to the bottom of the river. Frog

Please take it with you, so that no matter how far the journey is

it will know how sleepless it is in the slanting wind and drizzle

We will set off immediately

Squeeze out the green hope from the gap in June

Pull up the ripples in your long hair and get ready

In this way, I will not find timidity in the cold reality

Everything is deliberate, waiting for the smile before dawn

Waiting for you to say, everything is going on

Waiting for you to stretch your muscles and write love words

Then we set off in the fireworks of July