June used to be far away to me, but now it has become a ruler to measure the past.It seems to let the charm of nature take its course. Without knowing it, everything happens quietly. However, we are caught off guard, leaving us tired of dealing with it.Sentimental words, gathered bit by bit, became this story without knowing what to say.The first weekend in June coincides with the Dragon Boat Festival.For me, going home is a plan to walk after Duku.Because the way home, always
