That summer
The heat wave is coming
With the young man's fingers
floating violin strings
Burning girl's ballet shoes under white skirt
It was a summer filled with beauty and sin
The fruits of jealousy are gradually ripening
The last night of the white swan
Infinite burst of light
She stayed on that night forever
Along with nightmares, abuse, throbbing, and absurdity
Brilliant forever
Intention: People's words are fearful