C438 Menisperma

It was midsummer, the smell of summer, how many people had been infected with eternity in this moment of light, the hot air, the slight coolness between their fingers, the longing like ink, the layer after layer of rendering, and now they were looking at each other from time to time, the youth of the summer on the other side was maturing day by day, your smiling face, I was singing softly,