I thought the passed Summer would be different, but it turned out just like any Summer. I go missing for awhile. In August, as I expected, I was so busy and tired from work, my free time was spent carelessly.
Summer always put me in a strange melancholic mood. I get nostalgia, nocturnal, a lot of things from the past runs through my mind, but not really deep in thought. I start thinking about what to do next once September approaches, and realize that I’ve been daydreaming all Summer.