Bai Ze looked at the smoke filling the sky, and the long and low roar felt a bit harsh. He was there in the intangible rain of bullets and the untouchable wind and rain. Bai Ze couldn't help but wonder if he had been shot again and bled again, and then he thought that he just stared at the sky with his eyes open in the middle of the night every day. Bai Ze wanted to meet him in the peace of drizzle, hold hands with him as the long years passed, watch a few drops of rain hit his hair, smile and grow old slowly.