If the longing is only temporary, then why worry about it?
The cicadas chirped in midsummer, as if for a moment, the neon lights on the street flashed through the car window, and the afterimages passed by in a pile. She wiped away the tears that fell down. The music played in the car was his favorite rock. She clenched her fists to hold back the cry, and had to bury her head and sob silently. She knew that this farewell would be eternity.
Concept: The definition of youth
