Can those who have never heard the cicadas' song speak of a summer with cicadas?

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I

When I was in elementary school, I often used this sentence in my essays: "It felt as sweet as if I had eaten honey in my heart." But after I actually ate honey, I recalled the scene in my essay and felt that it wasn't quite the same as the feeling of eating honey.

Language is, after all, a subjective thing; without personal experience, one cannot truly empathize. It seems unnecessary to place too much importance on the conversation happening on either side of soundproof glass.

So, I chose silence.

II

The cats at school are all brewing to become demons.

This is a secret I discovered by chance; they are always quietly observing the people on the road and mimicking their movements.

Sometimes, I am even followed for a very, very long time—this goes far beyond mere curiosity.

I observed for a long time and guessed the reason must be that people often meow when they see the cats. At those moments, the cats' expressions look as if they have just seen a senior walking ahead of them.

No, perhaps there are cat demons hiding in the school.

III

Come to think of it, a broken mirror can never be made whole again.

Seeing the second law of thermodynamics reminded me of this.

Because all the mirrors in the universe are moving in the direction of being shattered, just as all the atoms in the universe are striving to become iron.

Tell me, isn't it heroic for things to move against entropy, to survive against the torrent of the universe?

Therefore, life is the only miracle in the universe.

IV

The only miracle wants to be a salted fish.

Actually, this wasn't a thought I had since childhood; when I was young, I was indeed very serious about wanting to be a scientist.

It was only later, thanks to my strong curiosity, that I met many people who could truly be called scientists. Although they are all doing work that is conventionally difficult to advance the industry.

But I really want to pay tribute to their dedication to knowledge.

I know that I lack this spirit of discovering truth. Not just scientists, I lack the ability to turn any single thing into a part of my own life.

Curiosity and liking, after all, cannot be called longing.

V

I and the people around me have grown to an age where we can discuss marriage.

Surprisingly, half of them don't want to get married.

Although the reasons are diverse, I still admire the rebellious spirit of this generation.

I have started to wonder if the things we have always done are the things we must do.

In my consciousness, marriage has always been like a rite of passage; only when a man decides to marry and take responsibility for his own family does he truly grow up.

Otherwise, in the eyes of others, he remains a child who only cares about his own play.

We are all pondering how to prove our own growth.

VI

Every year, the arrival of new students is like a time machine.

It reminds you of the past while also reminding you that you have grown old.

Why can't we let high-spirited children remain high-spirited until the end?

It seems our educational methods are teaching children step by step how to get along with this society.

But in reality, this is not a society that is easy to get along with.

I wish there were a light, not too intense, but capable of shining into the cave upon a traveler about to give in, allowing him to stir up the deep longing for light within.

I also want to stop waiting and be that light myself.

I am about to graduate, and I am about to learn.

I will never again say that the whole playground is the wind blowing toward me.

VII

Liking often stems from envy.

Getting closer, thinking that we will become more similar.

That is why there is a sense of loss when leaving.

VIII

Summer is coming to an end,

I hope to continue meeting a better version of myself without stopping.