The worst SUMMER / Twilight

Summer of '25. The summer that was said to be the hottest, this SUMMER. A summer realizing that there was nothing, captured by powerlessness without the resolve to face the end with half-hearted kindness, leaving the final blow, even now I am certainly breathing. That little child is looking at this way, with tears welling in their eyes. I need to hold their hand; ah, surely that child was me in the past. Has anything changed? Can I change? Can not change? Do I want to change? I felt like I saw something beyond the thick clouds. This summer has not yet ended.