The rain in Yucheng is not water, but the ashes of time.
It consumes reflections, washes away memories, and makes the soul transparent.
The inn in the world is the only eternal light among the ashes.
A group of "incomplete" people live here:
The scholar who has lost his heart, the boy who is afraid of light, the painter who has lost his voice,
The monk counting the sand, the locksmith, and one——
The shopkeeper who can heal souls but cannot heal himself.
We never asked about each other's past,
Only when the rain knocks on the window at night, share the glimmer of light in your palm.
Until one morning, we saw in the mirror:
The scabs peel off and new skin grows;
The keyhole is translucent and rusty;
The dissipated shadow reconnects with the earth.
It turns out that healing is not about returning to the intact past.
But learn to plant your own future in the broken present.
——This article is dedicated to all you who have ever been lost in the world, but still choose to move forward.
Purpose: Dedicated to all modern people whose hearts have been damaged. I hope you can find a light and a space when you are lost, allow yourself to pause, be broken, and then move on with the scars.