The greater seems the more we hate summer

There was a time when I was tired of waiting for the intense red of June, the color of fresh phoenix wings standing proudly under the sweltering sun. 🙂 Craving every morning without having to get up early, craving the feeling of no longer worrying about exam seasons, then there are the days of sitting here sadly recalled, well ... turns out the other phoenix midday summer also exudes a little vague melancholy. I don't know, sometimes we feel like our hearts are out of reach, and even though time can't wait, are the years full or empty? 😐

But the older we get, the more we seem to hate summer. Less romantic, think more about money, work, family and career. So there's no more time to think about the old days. Summer stops getting hotter, very hot and sometimes I don't even want to leave the house. This year, we have a reason to be more lazy, stay at home and spend more time with family during summer days. 😂