Strive to realize your ideals and prove your value. The teacher taught us that this is the meaning of life.

There is a cicada singing outside the window. I asked the cicada what is the meaning of life. Cicada repeated, "Cicada, Cicada ..."

Oh, buried underground 17 years, just to enjoy singing for three months. Don't you think it's a little late to wake up from the dirt?

Cicada's life is short, but it has been singing its own songs all its life.

I have been in a daze for more than ten years, studying for the sake of studying and doing homework for the sake of homework. Ah, it's really boring. In the end, I suddenly found that my mind was washed over and over again.

Is it too late?

Cicada is singing outside the window. No, not singing, but screaming, a scream from passion to despair, from despair to madness!

Oh, as long as there is an ideal, it is never too late to realize it.

This may be destiny takes a hand, every day is the last day. Say I love you to the whole world for me, goodbye, never goodbye.