Ahh ahh I didn't know
That faint lights would connect the awkward stares,
Ah ah the air there didn't know
That comfort would make the awkward color red,
At times instead of the person we want to be together with
We head towards the person we end up being together with
At times instead of the person we want to smile together with
We head towards the person we smile together with
If I were to recall the floating voice of a cicada on one summer day
Then our memories come up as well
Our meeting was hot like a summer day
It was also sad like a cicada's voice,
Just like how during a sticky summer a cicada's voice resonates
It was unforced freedom
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