Sparrows outside the window chatter on the electric poles, you said this line carries the feeling of summer. The pencil in hand moves back and forth across the paper, with a few lines I describe who you are to me. The flavor of saury, the cat, and you are both keen to understand. The scent of first love is just like that, we found it again. That warm sunshine, like freshly picked bright strawberries, you said you can't bear to eat away this feeling.