Yuuka is a tree that cannot speak.
The branches are soft and the flowers are light yellow balls, clustered in clusters, like many unfinished words hanging there.
There is a very old knotweed tree beside the Xishu Road. I'm so old that I can't even remember my age. I just remember that a long time ago, a girl with a lantern passed by and poured a ladle of water under the roots of the tree. The water is very cold, the lamp is very warm, the girl has calluses on her hands, and her eyes are crooked when she smiles.
That was the only night among its thirty-six thousand days and nights that it wasn't cold.
Later the girl left.
Later, he never came back.
I waited and waited until the branches were filled with the wishes of passers-by, but I didn't even wait for the light.
She thought that this was probably the fate of the world. Once a gourd of water has been poured on it, it will take a lifetime to pay it back. But it is a tree. Life is too long, so long that I don't know how to pay it off.
Intention: Li Yunmeng will meet again in the distance