The sun shines crookedly on the cedar forest as if it were drunk, reflecting through the leaves on the leaves that look like fire clouds on the ground. The boy cried and ran forward, mumbling words, and there was a crisp rustling sound under his feet. He wore a mismatched pink silk scarf embroidered with plum blossoms around his neck, dancing like an elegant little snake as the boy ran. The boy was chasing the shadow of a girl. The boy kept chasing and kept chasing, but he could never catch up. Until the afterglow of the sun also receded from this forest. . . . . . . Years later, when the boy told this dream to the girl sitting across from him, tears welled up in his eyes.