The shadows of the trees are whirling, and the shadow of the moon is slanting.
A person, looking at the stars and moon in the sky, thinking quietly and slowly, immersed in the thoughts of the night.
Eyes shaking, what is that? Is it regret or relief? I saw this bright spot, which was more dazzling than the stars in the sky. The blooming brilliance filled the whole world, the world in my eyes.
In my ears, I heard my mother's trivial gossip and innocent questions from the neighbor's children. Outside the window, there is the laughter and laughter of the teenagers walking home together, and the hazy affection of the teenagers walking hand in hand.
I, like a twilight old man, sit and watch this world. Heart, but no sense.
Is he okay?
Intention: