Every time this season comes, the cry of cicadas blends into every corner of the world. Just like breathing, it comes silently and leaves without a trace. When you suddenly notice it, you realize that it is everywhere. The cry of cicadas occurs during the day, when there is always a sound but cannot be found. There are no calls at night, but it is a good time to catch them.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
