Two more weeks. 14 more days. 336 hours.20,160 minutes. 1,209,600 seconds. That was all the time left for this. For this fantasy to last. In 14 more days, summer will come. But the birds will not sing, the sun won't shine. The flowers won't stay blooming. The smell of cherry blossoms won't fill the air. Laughter won't come. And your smile will runaway. Not anymore. Everything will be gone. It won't ever be the same when you leave, when dreadful summer comes; and you go half way across th