People are always sad, because they are forever lost in the happiness of the past, hoping to recreate it in the future, but never succeeding.
In the summer, with cicadas shrieking deafeningly, they leaned on each other's loneliness. They did not want to become the people they were supposed to be.
When he left, he should have died in the prison of his youth.
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