Background: He had no time to answer her missing whereabouts. She didn't know where she was, couldn't hear his voice, and was lost in the deep sea of memories with him. The blue sky on the other side was even clearer. This love could not be recognized until we met.
In this lifetime, he could not find her or himself in the beginning. The city was hazy with mist and rain, and he and she were nothing more than an absurdity.
Searching in vain, not met, not healed, not hurt, not itched, not forgotten. Years later, she still didn't remember that she and he had never had the same laughs about listening to the wind and rain in that city at that time.
The green spring breeze and the cool rain brought about another year of day and night cycle and four seasons of wandering. The sunshine from spring to autumn passed through his fingertips. His world was neither warm nor cool. When he opened his eyes, he walked aimlessly in the world like a blind man. From then on, every passerby he met in this misty and rainy city was like him and her at the beginning.
Dressed in white clothes stained by the world of mortals, a scene of a mirror-like story, after listening to other people's stories, after telling the story of the rest of my life, the wind stops, the flowers fall, and the tea cools the person away, how many years have passed.
He still remembers the face of an old friend who is too far away to see clearly. She once smiled innocently.
Many three hundred and sixty-five days were wasted.