Summer is coming soon. It begins to heat up, noisy, lingering, and sad, just like ice cream that has melted before you can taste it in the future. The original coolness has turned into the sticky past between your fingers, which lingers. The sultry heat surged over unintentionally, covering up all the injuries, until my chest felt tight, forcing myself to give in. Covered by heat, eyes stung by light, this is fine, let this excessive warmth melt my despair, my loneliness, my nothingness!