The hot and suffocating platform.
The damp air.
The heartbreaking song of the cicadas.
The sharp cries of the summer.The dragonfly stopped, then flew away.
Dropped its wings on the water surface, like a leaf about to sink.
It was just tired, now waiting for the moment to set sail again.The endless summer cuts off the cicadas' song.
Walking towards the dizzying whiteness, even if pain
fills and suffocates the high noon.Indifferent and cruel summer.
Mother earth swallows the scorching sun.
The burning railway extends into the dazzling abyss.
Memories of the old days evaporate in regret.The august clock stopped.
Sweat drops hang from my brows, unable to fall.
For whom does the train shouts? For whom does it depart?Why am i left alone, damp and weary, lingering in the scorching summer heat?
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