The smell of hot afternoons is the most unbearable. The greasy feeling of the asphalt road, the shroud of humidity, and the complaints of the old people on the roadside are lingering from time to time. The careless steps on the almost soft road have no real feeling. The buzzing in my head is screaming about the heat. Summer is coming with an irresistible force. I can only run around every day and start this day of ups and downs again.
Intention: Would we rather repeat yesterday's story?