Destroyed, Lonely in July

What would you do if you knew you had seven days left to live? I only have seven days left to go from fear to confusion to acceptance to madness! Loneliness in July, a person's midsummer carnival; When I am lonely in July, I will listen to the sound of flowers blooming; July is beautiful, silent and ambiguous; July is sad, everything finally falls silent; Farewell in July, even if you don't want to leave, you should leave gracefully; Invisible in July, the cocoon becomes a butterfly and the flowers bloom!