The sunshine outside the window is just right, the cicadas are chirping incessantly, and the breeze is blowing in the hair.
The midsummer night seems to be particularly hot, with fireflies and stars twinkling, as if expressing their dissatisfaction...
The girl who loved sunshine and freedom personally buried the cicadas and herself in that midsummer.
Intention: The scorching sun and midsummer are the best proof of her existence.
