After many years, he finally returned to this room. However, everyone around him has forgotten about him.
The short time I spent in this room seemed to be longer than the past few decades when I looked back in my mind. There are a few drab pieces of wooden furniture in the small room. Pulling up a chair and sitting down, the sunlight shining through the window panes behind him casts a flowing ripple on the floor. All of this left faint traces in his mind, like a pool of spring water ruffled by the wind.