Time and space pass day by day, He once stayed, turned back sharply, and it was difficult to look back at time.
Those years, those things, we graduated. But I graduated. Because, here, I've only done it. On the way home, on the move. Running, busy. I forgot myself, I didn't have time to take care of the wounds of those years, and if we never came back, I just wanted to tell them out loud that we should live a little better. We're busy, we're busy, we're busy.
This winter day, a storm, with snowflakes, a storm, a torrential rain, wet our bags, just running naked, blowing from all directions. I knew that my eyes were crushed by this blizzard, and I could not accommodate the next half of my body, because I already had a pure white land in my heart.
On the way home, there was no longer the courage to go home.
Winter came, and a wind lifted my clothes, and the snow fell from the sky, and the snow on the ground began to melt.
In the woods, people were busy stretching, busy praying, hoping it would come back. It seems to know that I still know me, and although I have no assets to help, I know that I still don't need to forget it.
On dry days, people wept with joy.