She knew he was the last glimmer of hope she had for surviving in this dark age.
Summer came, and cicadas filled the air with their cries.
The breeze of summer ruffled the boy's bangs. He smiled.
"Why does this wind feel so bitter?"
Just like the girl's heart,
cool and bitter.
Theme: In an age where we save one another, we are each other's sparks.
Didn't you say it would definitely be more?