Terrace Virty

This is an early summer that is imprisoned.
Everyone stays in their own home.
The whole city becomes empty.
The streets seem to be abandoned.
At eight p.m., the sun tilts.
Everyone is locked in their own room.
In the locked doors, there were inaudible quarrels and crying.
An invisible fear spread throughout the world.
Leave and death, staged every moment.
The regret that has nowhere to be put into the chest.
Freedom is also locked.
I want to rush out of this prison from the golden light on the railing.