The night sky on New Year's Eve is exceptionally bright. Everyone is happily welcoming the new year, and some people are welcoming a new beginning.
In your shabby life, there will always be someone who can patch things up. Maybe you never find out, maybe it's too late, and they will be your parents and friends.
Every summer I will be in a daze to the chirping of cicadas. What have I forgotten? Why is this sound so harsh? Why is there no sound when a heart breaks?
Concept: Raging love requires rational pursuit