This was an absurd fate, like a dagger that pierced through the heart, stuck to his flesh and blood, and sank heavily into my chest; this was a hidden past, like a medicine that had been left for a long time. I thought it could at least remove the scar on the tip of my heart, but in fact, it left nothing but a bitter taste. This is an exhausted evening scene, this is a formation of wild geese frightened by the cold.