Being underground more than ten years is all for blooming for sixty days
One of our summers
Is the epic of cicadas’ life
In the corner we can't see
There are such tiny creatures
"Look!
I have been nobody for more than ten years,
but now I am going to bloom."
They keep trying desperately
just for the last two months of their splendid life
Even so
They are ignored by everyone
However
They still fight for themselves
For their own little glory
We are actually
many of the "cicadas" in the world We are insignificant.