July

I clenched my hands at the end of August.

Mirage left in July

The damage I received when I looked back was far less than that of July.

Under the shelter of the green grass

a needle tip

When you step on the soft beach, you know the hot interpretation.

Looking at the typhoon passing by, it is clear that the hidden hatred in July

I watched the sweet cake and found that my mother’s forehead was slightly wrinkled.

I cried and laughed crazy in July.

In the month that is believed to hide so many youthful secrets

I am holding an umbrella in a corner of the city in July.

alone

Looking at the tune of the paragraph, watching the rain dripping quickly

a layer of 涟漪 on the ground where water is already accumulated

I asked where July is like the "Where is Spring?"

Someone answered in Dominica in Provence in Petra in Kathmandu

I asked what is July like the first "What is Love?"

Someone answered that Sri Lanka is Bali, Hawaii is Maldives.

When did you leave in July to take away the cool summer sea breeze?

What sound makes July fall in love, and I don’t want to take away the hot summer days.

I left August in July but I didn’t seem to have come.

Has it been offline in July?

Already logged in in August?