I wrote your name down on the soft but brittle sand.
Flowers by sea waves bloom around your image.
What will happen if I can’t see you again?
Answering complex chemistry questions is useless.
Things about the summer are always tedious.
When people ask who I want to be with when I’m old,
the first thing that pops up is your smiling face.
Reading those professors' works is not interesting.
My time should not be wasted on flat words.
Can I earn money without doing anything?
Thinking about how I have to grow up makes me weep.
To You,
In the air of damp sea water, seagulls flew high in the sky.
Nothing was working out for me, not even the math formulas.
They say fish dive into the Atlantic. I wish to go there one day.
They say 'There will be a day, a day…’
I drew black circles on the paper. They looked like watermelons.
Could a crack in the fruit open up my future?
Let's just skip classes together.
You opened your eyes with surprise.
To You,
You are holding summer's light in your translucent eyes.
You wrote your name on my yearbook.
"Good luck next year,” you patted my shoulder.
We were walking near the beach.
The trees cast mottled and scattered shades.
When I turned to look into your eyes,
I couldn't see you behind the thick fog.
To Us,
I picked up a heavy blue book in my room’s dusty corner.
Flipping over the pages, your face appeared.
I saw myself holding your hand and laughing,
and you had the same smile on your face.
The ink you used to write your name flowed
back into my body, like a bloodstream
that had once run across my heart.
I could finally move our moments forward.
We were all girls back then,
Thinking about this, the summer had left.