See you in July and hello in August
Time is always so caught off guard, swish suddenly passed.
In July of the second half of the year, it also came to an end in the chirping of cicadas and frogs.
July is full of fire, which is a little funny in the summer wind.
Along the way, suffering and frustration are common.
Maybe the process of growing up is painful, but the joy of harvest is also joyful.
In general, persistence makes me know myself again.
July, although painful, but quite a sense of achievement.
Tomorrow is a new beginning. I believe that in the future, I will have two wings of dreams, so that I can harvest my own blue sky on the road full of thorns.
August, Hello, everything will be all right