Living in a Tower

I woke to find myself in a strange place, with no idea what year it was. The spring breeze did not understand the sorrow in my heart; it swept away the cold and welcomed the warm sun. Sometimes, daring to change is a kind of courage. Sometimes, accepting things as they are is also a kind of courage. Alone, living in a towering place, I watch the sun rise and set, and behold the sights of countless worlds. I pass through, walk by, travel across, and witness, leaving no trace. We meet by chance, then forget each other in the rivers and lakes. (Completed. "Boredom, Bustle, and Student Life Abroad!" is also complete at 600,000 words.)