Natsunone (The Story)

Memories of playing with childhood friends come back to life as faint memories when they become adults.
We can't say we like each other, but just having you by our side makes us happy.
I wonder if I can stay with this happy feeling forever ...
I drew a nasty feeling that a mayfly chases you at the end of summer, when it seems that this year will end without being able to say "I like you" because I like you.