Many years later, on that winter day, I stepped into the bamboo building again, and all I saw was that it was devastated, and the building was empty. In a daze, it seemed that heavy snow had fallen in the sky, and the snowflakes were flying in the sky. In the heavy snow, I vaguely saw the man.
He is still him, still the boy he was decades ago, but I... Am no longer there...
I smiled slightly, the smile was bitter and desolate.
I lay in the snow, letting the snowflakes cover my body. I thought, there is nothing wrong with just sleeping like this.
I held the flower tightly in my hand.
I have been looking forward to it all my life, but in the end I only looked forward to that blood-stained glazed epiphyllum...