Warm sunshine, yellow sweet apricots, swaying shades, noisy cicadas, sticky sweat, damp mood
As if all the mad love happens in summer
Spring is too ignorant, autumn is too heavy, winter is too bleak
only in summer
Summer is a restless season
Gives you the urge to try something
Summer is a season of tolerance
A rainstorm is enough to wash away all stained chests
Summer is a sensitive season
All the senses are magnified infinitely and we can feel it to the fullest
After all, summer is so long
Wouldn't it be a waste to not write a story
No, summer is for wasting
The long summer can hold those unrealistic and unacceptable fantasies
Summer is so short
We confided our love to each other like the last day
We have no time to hesitate to speak out or die proposition
It can only be short-lived, so it blooms arbitrarily
Suddenly summer is over
The sound of summer cicadas is thin and the night wind is cool
Looks like another familiar thunderstorm
Awaken the mad us
Farewell always comes too hastily
Hastily arrived, too late to be sad
I haven't forgotten anything over the years
I will often remember the feeling of that summer throbbing
Fortunately, we met, fortunately, we were brave enough to say love
Because it's him, because it's me
Call me by your name
Elio
Oliver
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