Love in the Summer

The scent of sweat on a hot summer day is so stimulating. The hot hands, the breath full of heat.

So everyone, be careful. Love in the summer is so dense That it gets sticky easily and doesn't wipe away easily. Even if you rub it, it only smudges.

Love in the summer is so dense That even if you scrub your body to forget, Even after reading the letters you exchanged until the edges Are worn and tattered from scratching and scratching, On the day you finally made up your mind, held your breath, and threw them away—

One small note saying 'I love you' found in a pencil case Makes you crumble all over again. It all smudges all over again.

Everyone, love in the summer is so dense That the viscosity of the embrace, just like usual, The temperature of the breath touching your neck...

Hey, are you like that too? They say love in the summer is dense.

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Long ago,

On a sunny summer day.

I was sitting on a swing eating ice cream, just kicking the ground aimlessly with my toes.

I thought I just hadn't made any friends,

But even at that young age, it felt bitter.

Because there was no reason not to come out and play on a bright day like this.

Without even realizing the ice cream was melting and dripping,

When I was just staring blankly at the ground—

"Hey, your ice cream is melting."

I flinched, my back stiffening.

When I looked up, I saw a boy standing crookedly with his arms crossed, looking down at me.

"What does that have to do with you—"

"Are you alone today too?"

Rudely cutting me off, the boy sat on the swing next to me.

Normally, I would have frowned and avoided him,

But I didn't hate it.

Rather, it just felt comfortable,

"... Yeah."