I want to live and I want to be buried. I love the pure summer and the pure white winter. I love the breezy spring and the gentle autumn. The green leaves and clear clouds are sparkling. I love all the bright stars, so I want to live, gently walk through and witness every day, and experience the decay of the body and the passage of life. The fine sand flowing away from my fingers and the dust carried by the wind will remember my history and past after I leave. I came quietly and died quietly. The migrating geese witnessed my glory, and I will be buried forever and disappear in the corner of the world. Everywhere you see is filled with me, I will be eternal, I will also be fleeting.
I want to stay at the bottom of the valley and look up at the distant moon, without needing his attention. I just hope that I can share some fragments of light so that I can see everything clearly.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
