People say that loving means letting go.
Will you let go?
Or are you going to hold on?
In life where change is inevitable.
Will you change?
Or will you stay the same?
What will you do?
Just like the refreshing summer rain, you came fast and left right away.
YOU ARE READING
My One Summer Rain
Historia CortaThis story is purely fiction, every place, names or establishment that has been mentioned is nothing but pure coincidence and fiction. This fiction is purely written for academic purposes.
