I am a cicada struggling in late summer, loudly telling the world that I want to leave a special mark.
But as the summer passed little by little, even my body was corroded and taken away.
My dear, I want to remember all the times we looked at each other, every second that made my heart palpitate so much.
But why do you always avoid my gaze? Am I not like her?
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I know I'm a substitute, but it doesn't matter. Oh, by the way, I also want to thank the one who left. I will take good care of her for you. She will stop loving you soon, oh literature.
Little Sun 1 vs Cold Sadness 0
first person
Intention: Love life, love yourself
