At the end of a mountain road, darkness engulfs the path forward. On the sides of the road, there are only trees being swayed by the wind; not that far away, there is the cicada of a midsummer night.
The tree lives in the memory. Does the cicada live in the tree?

在山路的盡頭，黑暗吞噬了前路的彼岸，路邊只有隨風搖曳的樹木，在不遠處，是仲夏夜之蟬。
記憶有樹，樹有蟬乎？