For me
what is she
She is the boundless breeze
Ripple, washing away the dust
They are floating clouds that you can see if you look up a little
It's the summer cicada chirping
Fill every gap in memory
I don't dare to say that I care
It's casual listening and secret concern
It's heaven and hell in an instant
It's the last answer to youth
But dare not write
Concept: Everyone has their own cicada chirp in midsummer