Through the cloud's silhouette burns
The white sun
Which I lost sight of in the afternoon
Beloved car wiper
Flashing lightning
The rain beats down upon the umbrella soaking by the window
Gone astray, the cicada's note seems like a stain set in the evening
As if autumn faintly is creeping up on me
That sort of scent
Reminds me of loneliness
There is no time
The scarlet sky rushes my heart toward twilight
Gone astray, the cicada marks the end of a dream
The summer cicadas were buzzing
Summer cicada
It's nothing
The summer cicadas were buzzing
Summer cicada
There's no one
It's nothing
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