Small Transparent Daily Life

The introduction is weak, please move to the main text. I asked myself, half dead, that the mountains are like desolate bones, the sea is like still water, the flowers and grass are like the rising air of death, and the day when the bones of all things in the world will wither. Only when I see you, the desolate bones are colored, the still water is rushing, the flowers and plants are all reborn, all things are colored and their souls are restored, and you are among them, smiling at me. After you left, I lived like you This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.