"We only have seven nights, like cicadas."
——Using the cicada's life law of "seven years of dormancy underground and seven days of singing on the ground" in entomology, as a metaphor for two souls destined to intersect for a short time.
Intention: In a universe where everything is destined to be lost, I still choose to flap my wings for you.
This is not rebellion, but surrender - surrender to a rhythm older than fate:
Even if you know that there are only seven days above the soil and seven years of waiting underground, it is still worth it.