The courtyard where he lived as a child suddenly appeared in his dream, and everything seemed like the beginning. It ended quietly.
The courtyard is full of thorns, lingering and spreading towards the blue sea. The heather in front of the door has long since disappeared. Smell the fragrance in the air, not knowing where it comes from. Unconsciously, familiar emotions flooded into my heart. Well aware of the weight of this memory, the frail figure broke into his eyes. His bright eyes stared at him, but he could not look away. So sad.
He woke up with a start, the dizziness on his head was so real.
But his mood was still like the rain outside the window and he couldn't let it go.
——Inscription.