The sound of cicadas sticks to the wall and cannot be removed.
That light came on. Later it was destroyed. There is no sound when it goes out.
Autumn comes like a trial without a verdict. The leaves fall when they turn yellow, and when they fall they never come back.
There is a polished mark on the back seat of the bicycle downstairs, which is the shape of a person. The shouts caught up from behind, and the car slowed down for a moment, just for a moment.
The corridor is empty. A bit of autumn squeezed in under the door, and it was cool.
People are gone. Not much is left.
Purpose: Love has no boundaries