Between midsummer and late winter, the sky is high, far away and empty. It rains occasionally and the sun is absent-minded. There are no winds and no clouds, which is suitable for the autumn of lying in the bedroom wrapped in a quilt and dazing.
At this time in 2012, I had known someone for two months. She said that it was a good thing it wasn't sunny in such a season, otherwise it would be like medicine placed in a honey pot, so entangled that it would be impossible to breathe.
When she was 13 years old, she said, if you don't like these pencil words, you can erase them, and then the book can still be used. You just treat it as, I just stayed with you for a while in such a cramped manner.