Hello?
Can I talk to him?
I remember clearly that he is hot, bright red, quiet, and restless. He is fascinated by the sky but stays here. He has already gone to the world but is nostalgic for the old times.
I remember his smile blooming on a moonlit night, and his voice was soft and unwavering; I remember listening to the rain with him on the porch, the world was silent except for the constant pounding of raindrops; I remember that every time he answered a question, he was quiet and humble.
Na? Can I hear his voice again?
I listened quietly. A smooth and powerful sound of "bang bang bang" came from the other end of the phone.
That's his voice.
The voice of your heart in my memory.