That summer, the cicadas screamed at the top of their lungs, as if they were going to sing for the rest of their lives.
There is always a figure, as quiet as a ray of moonlight in front of the window.
She rushed towards her like a ball of fire, but he retreated into the shadows again and again.
It was not until later that she understood that some stars were destined to fall early, and some confessions could only be deafening in their hearts.
It turns out that the most painful thing to miss is when you have to let go as soon as you hold on.
By the end of that summer, he had already seen the final chapter of the story.
Intention: Life will eventually end, but love and wisdom can transcend death. A youthful story about the dignity of life, the inheritance of knowledge, and how to use your last moments to illuminate others and continue meaning.
