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The same morning arrives. And the cicadas awakes.
In vain, it flies with its pitiful wings.
Not a word. It passes by the familiar city.
From above the hot asphalt,
It thinks of the night's sky.
Not knowing of its wet body,It sings beside you.
You who laughs with joy.
Its voice shakes.
It approaches the daylight that it will never see.
Like a prayer, it sings wit all its might.
The remorse and bodies that fell into the street
are wrapped in numb hands.
Leaving a gentle warmth.
Prayers sent out to the ripples spill out.
Heavenly light that shines upon the shore.
Let us live this night.
And day will come again.
Until we meet again, good night.