The words sing a tragic melody that pierces my heart

The summer we experienced was filled with the scorching smell of scorched earth in the air. The slow-moving breeze still carried heat. The sunlight became unusually transparent in the afternoon. It penetrated every corner with a powerful presence, leaving no gap.
The peak of summer. Some inexplicable distractions. Living each day with a fearful mindset. Annoying, annoying, annoying.
My seventeenth birthday passed amidst the blessings of many friends. Still no cake, still not very lively. Got used to it. Always felt natural. So, I was at ease.
The boy with black hair and a white shirt reappeared before people with the joys and sorrows accumulated over the years. The once innocent face is now sharply defined. Stubble forgotten for a week grows wildly. People were always surprised by his changes. Small dimples. Small eyes. Ordinary features containing great delight. Black pupils awaken white memories. Youth leaves so many traces. Too many promises once made. But reality is always intertwined with pain.
 Everyone has a secret in their heart. We all undoubtedly choose to bury our most painful memories inside. But we have never considered—what if one day, this secret is discovered by someone else, exposed to the sunlight—what would happen? Seventeen years, seventeen springs and autumns. Yet no summer has ever led us to adulthood.
The gears of time seem to have slipped a chain. The rattling reminds us of our past reality.
I remember the people I once knew, the things that happened, the words once spoken in my ear. A hug, two familiar smiling faces. I remember the warm declaration on Christmas Eve.
 Actually, I miss you. I really miss the you that belonged only to me.
The optimistic child often shed lonely tears in the dark night. The past and present always evoke emotion. No matter how painful the wound, it eventually heals with the passage of time. But unexpectedly, even after half a year, everything still cannot be completely washed away. I am sad. Do you know? It's like a child who has been lonely for seventeen years becoming lonely again after experiencing half a year of happiness. No one cares for him. No one checks if he is happy. I just want one complete you to accept everything I can give. No interruptions. No worries.
 After stumbling along, we finally realize that not everyone cannot live without someone; it's just that without you, things are incomplete.Life is so boring. It's not that I can't shed tears, it's just that I have already gotten used to it at nights when no one is watching. The pain keeps me awake all night. Sadness. Sadness. Sadness.
by: Qingcheng Wei Hongyan.