"When do you think summer starts?"
"When the cicada chirps for the first time."
"What if the cicada hasn't crowed yet?"
"Then just wait. Anyway, it will scream every year, and it will come every year."
"What if I don't come back for a year?"
"No. Cicadas will crawl out after being buried in the ground for seven years. One year is nothing. They never go back on their promises."
"What about you?"
"Me too. I will never go back on what I promised. Every summer is there, every rooftop is there, every year -"
"Every year what?"
"You're here every year."
——"Wild Cicada", a story about one summer and all subsequent summers.
Concept: Love between arts and sciences