During the wandering years of Fengdao Shuangjian, you frequently came into my dreams.
Silent and motionless, just looking at me, his eyes as bright as morning stars.
In the dream, I asked you what you wanted to say, and you just smiled, like the moonlight.
Then you turned around and walked away, just like the night you said goodbye.
This article was written in the early spring of 2010.
Intention: No one in the world looks at the sunset
