The rice fields on both sides of the road stretch out large tracts of golden color, and the heavy rice ears tremble gently in the hot summer wind.
However, he couldn't see these, and he never bothered to look at these trivial details. He pursed his lips tightly and suppressed his trembling hands, holding the steering wheel and moving straight forward, as if he could catch up with the man who ran away in a small broken car and bring him back to his once complete life.
However, he knew that that person, just like these boundless ears of rice, had already gone to a place without him and only with warm and boundless sunshine.