Winter's Sleep

September 11, 2022

On the day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the person in this world who loved me most left me forever.

Looking back, I've spent nearly thirty years walking through this world, with many regrets and plenty of fear.

In a person's life, true departure is not death, but the day when no one in this world remembers you or speaks of you anymore.

So I dedicate this short essay to everyone in this world whom I love and who loves me.

When my memories fade and I can no longer recall so many things, I only hope I can still remember you.