In cicada sound, a heatwave is coming that will properly burn everyone in the country. Woman, as well as man, are quick to blaspheme, yes so crudely, so blatantly. During daytime, the sun first burns from the East and then from the West. Even in the evening, it feels as if even the moon is burning.

Listen to the old people calling: Oh dear, look we have already landed in the hot hell. The children also beg: Oh dear, please take us by the hand and bring us to a cooler place quickly.

Yes, in cicada song, where a heatwave surrounds the entire distressed country, the sun keeps on burning down relentlessly on mankind.