It is fine today. Weak wind blows. It is sizzler.
Cicadas call all at once to regret the end of this summer. Do they know their lasts?
We lived for dozens of years.
We lived recklessly until early 20s.
Is the later life inertia?
We are pressed every day by work and domestic miscellaneous trifles. If we neglect it in a day, they increase like a mountain. They do not really become so, but we are autosuggestion states. In other words we find the peace of the heart in them.
It is the cause of the all sorts of disease for the human living in the city at the time of the blank. We do not think about a good thing.
We might take various things too seriously by early 20s. We long for those days, and we blush. We charged all of energy to live in those days.
We live by force of that time now.
Our heart is the same as those cicadas lying on the ground basically.
It is sad!
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
