Those Who Say Nothing Say
by Jab
About This Novel
The wind will pass through March, because spring passes through August, and thoughts turn into autumn. It passes in a blink of an eye. I hate winter, and then it is spring again. The wind carries drizzle, fish swim in the sky, clouds float in the water, and on the road close to the setting sun, opposite people and shadows appear. But it's different, it's evening, tiny teeth are hidden in it, little bits and pieces of flowers are falling, the mountains in the near and far look like iron hoofs are covering the sky, the light in the lamp's eyes is extinguished, but the shadows are buried under the feet, there is no trace of people, the flowers are shadowless, the moon is incomplete, and the mirror is empty.
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