A summer day, like a lazy river meandering by a sleepy nook, twisting and turning aimlessly, like the sound of a silent forest, like the windmill turning endlessly, like a gentle breeze caressing your skin. A summer day, when time comes to a standstill, the past and future disappears, only the present remains with you and me. Your mere presence fills up being, your cluelessness of my true feeling twinges my heart, your gentle care soothes it so, I can not help but reveal myself. That summer, the past from which I can't move on.