A product of imagination, don't comment if you don't like it, reject KY, the author has a glass heart.
He raised his head and was confused for a moment - as if he saw the wall full of ivy, reflecting dazzling light in the sun, and the green and bright leaves stretched, making a swishing sound in the breeze, humming a peaceful hometown tune that he had been familiar with since he was a child.
Purpose: Find everything that has been lost, and then start a new journey.