summer's end
the last cicada call
through the fog
cicada song...
my father tells a story
about his childhood
evening concert—
an empty cicada skin
full of moonlight
the last cicada call
through the fog
cicada song...
my father tells a story
about his childhood
evening concert—
an empty cicada skin
full of moonlight
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