Me, where is this?
I sat at the flat table by the window that exuded a familiar smell again, flipping through "Walden" with a cyan bookmark lightly tucked between it. I'm pretty sure it was the smell of red cherry wood that disturbed my thoughts, because its spiritual smell was like a 7 or 8-year-old child, pulling my heart back to this world, although I still wanted to stay in that world for a while. I carefully straightened the cyan bookmark and hid it in the place where I last stopped, for fear that I would never be able to find my way back next time, because I know myself.
Intention: To love, you need to learn to let go