In the dark night, I dug up the soil under the tree.
Buried deep in the moist, dark, and decaying soil is one of my best memories.
A glass bottle lay quietly in the dirt, as if it had been waiting for a long time.
I picked it up with still dirty hands.
It was still so crystal clear, especially the ring inside it.
The ring shone faintly in the darkness, but I knew it was it. Before my eyes and in my mind, it was as clear as new.
But I am no longer the person I used to be.
I want to cry, but I can't. Maybe once I cry, the devil will discover this secret.
And I could never let him know this secret.
Putting the glass bottle back into the soil, the hands mixed with the soil were so cold that they seemed to have lost consciousness.
If that demon could disappear...
Disappeared...
How nice.