If possible, please accompany this bgm when reading.

Those panic and confusion that seemed like a lifetime ago, when it was summer again, always made people feel close at hand.

It was the summer of four years ago.
My last summer in Yilan.

It’s less than a month before graduation. I used to be so complacent that I ranked in the top ten in my class in terms of academic performance, and even got the qualification of his department as early as the end of my junior year, but I have repeatedly encountered obstacles in my job search. The offer from the livestock farm, which slapped my chest and assured me that it was absolutely fine, was also silent like a rock sinking into the sea.

That summer was very hot, and the high temperature made everything around him seem to be out of shape, and all the scenery and people around him seemed so rushed and blurred.
So erratic and distant.

Seeing the days go by, the graduation ceremony is over, and the luggage is packed and sent back to my hometown in Pingtung, but I still don't know what to do in the future.

At that time, I always liked to get on the locomotive, so I only took a bluetooth speaker and ran to the beach of South Australia, which was dozens of kilometers away from the school.
The bluetooth speakers are playing upside down, always the first song that everyone listens to together, Skrillex sang in 2011, Summit.

The waves crashing against the stone walls, accompanied by the faint high-pitched chorus in the sea breeze, are my last memories of my school days in Yilan.
Summit has the meaning of a peak, which was very appropriate for me at that time, but it was also so ironic.
After the peak, there must be a fall.

Maybe the sea can really take away my sorrows. After ten days of sea breeze blowing, and every transition of the chorus, I was thoroughly familiar with it, but I successfully received two or three companies' notices about the interview.

After several tossing and turning, I returned to the north again. After deciding to take root here, I went back to the beach that once accompanied me and carried all my bewilderment, but felt that everything was so unfamiliar.

The oncoming salty sea breeze and every syllable of that song sounded so awkward.

Maybe some hometowns, even if they arrive, they can't go back after all.