The hillside behind the mountain welcomes the setting sun. After the sunset falls on that mountain, where does it go? I want to know. Using both hands and feet, loess and gravel got into the gaps between fingernails and toenails. The yellow rubber slippers also fell off and were not picked up. Finally, I climbed to the top, panting, and looked into the distance. It turned out that it was still a mountain. The setting sun finally greeted me with satisfaction and slipped away again. It's okay, we'll see you again.
Intention: The memories of the past have gradually faded away, I hope to record them and leave something behind.