Dusk dyed the entire room the color of old letter paper. The wind chime rang once, waiting for the second one.
When the wind chimes ring, there is only wind.
I would rather know that there is my name in the empty mountain at the end of the year.
Zan Qingying, the clear shadow that dances to make clear shadows.
Intention: When you came, the wind chime happened to ring for the second time.