My seat is three spaces away from yours. From my seat, I can only see your profile. The summer sunlight streaming through the window and the moisture-laden wind blowing in shimmer as if they exist solely for you.

A foreign country, unfamiliar people. Living among so many children while speaking a different language and having a different appearance was quite awkward.

To me, who had no friends to call close after coming to Japan, you were the one who spoke to me first and smiled from the very first day of my study abroad. You said we should be close since we're both Korean, and that we should help each other if there's anything we don't know.

That was already two years ago, but I haven't been able to say a single word about my true feelings. Summer is ending soon. When summer ends, autumn comes, and when winter comes, we graduate.

I think they said the Natsumatsuri is happening soon. 'Will you go? If you go, who will you go with? I wish it were me.' I couldn't concentrate throughout the entire class. Because of that impatience summer planted.

I tore a small piece from my notebook and began to write down words. I'll tuck it between your books during the break. So you won't see it immediately, but so you can find it before it's too late.

ね、今回の夏祭り、誰と行くつもりまの。 (Hey, who are you planning to go to the summer festival with?)

花火がきれいだって聞いたけど。 (I heard the fireworks are going to be beautiful.)

行って金魚も捕まえて、君が好きなりんご飴も食べよう。 (Let's go catch some goldfish and eat the candied apples you like.)

返事を待ってるね。 (I'll be waiting for your reply.)

- 優太。 (- Yuta)