Kaka still remembers the sound of his calling behind him when he left his father for the last time. The passing streets receded and disappeared little by little. Kaka has no memory. Perhaps, when he really wants to leave, he will understand how hard it is to leave.
I will come back, this sentence is said so easily, but no one knows how to go back.
The night swallows up everything, including the jumping heart one after another, and the darkening horizon, without any reserved light or shadow.