Cicada, cicada, high-profile vent their inner irritability.
You ask me why I am tireless, but I just take a girl without sadness.
Life is only one summer for me, and I don't expect gorgeous love.
Roar in the wind, roar in the hot sun.
Finally, in the autumn wind,
Let go of all the troubles of life. . .
(Personal originality, piracy must be investigated)