Short Story｜The twilight at the seaside

On that lively beach, facing the thriving sunshine, I sat on the beach bench - meditating...

I was wearing a black super-glasses, like in the barbecue, full of heat.

"It's so hot! It's so hot! It looks like it's about to evaporate.

In the summer of 22 years old, I was still alone. I wanted to go and walk around, and I was very free.

It seems normal, but my head is still imagining everything as usual, wanting to be Indiana Jones,

That's right, Raiders of the Lost Ark. Roll around in countless treasure troves, plots, traps, and enemies (bad guys) who die every episode.

Whenever someone walks by, yells, or the green grass is shaking, I feel very much, is this a disease?

There was a roll of hot wind blowing around, and I was eating watermelon juice, imagining the "flame" from hell.

Soon after, I was sweating profusely, but I looked like a middle-aged man. How long will these days last?

Freedom, you have to have money to eat before talking about freedom!