The flowers have fallen, the night is silent, the shadows have disappeared into the abyss, and there is no end to the darkness.
The water reflects the pond, and there is only one person admiring the stars, his eyes distracted.
"You can wait until a star falls."
"Alright? What's wrong?"
"No need to ask any more questions. My life is at rest. You don't need to be sad. We will meet again one day." The pronunciation of the last few words became more and more hollow, echoing in the void.
The two were having a conversation, but only one person could be seen.
The man looked slightly sad, sitting on the ground, the starry sky was shining brightly, but without falling.
When day and night turn, the crystal water drops slide down and sink into the pool.
Day after day, in the beginning of spring in April, there are no carriages and horses, which is disappointing, and flowers are blooming everywhere, and they are full of red.
Among the flowers, something flickered, reflecting the sunlight again.
Looking at the man again, he didn't know when he had turned into bones.