She stared into the distance, where all her thoughts and expectations were stuck, bound by thousands of mountains and rivers.
He seemed to see himself from back then in her body. Holding the wooden copper coin given by his mother in his hand, he looked towards his hometown again and again, but his sight was always blocked by the horizon half buried in the setting sun.
But she was not like him. She desperately wanted to go back, to the place where her soul could truly rest.
But he was so afraid of death that he couldn't even take a step toward his hometown. He could only run away farther and farther away, so far that he almost forgot the emotions he once had.
He helped her, and after all, maybe he was just helping the part of himself that he couldn't speak of.
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