When I was young, I used to think that having a cicada is like holding the summer in my hand. But now, it turns out, in a summer without you, the loud buzzing is simply reminding me of my loneliness and emptiness inside.
When I was young, I used to think that having a cicada is like holding the summer in my hand. But now, it turns out, in a summer without you, the loud buzzing is simply reminding me of my loneliness and emptiness inside.<br>