The two first met when they were twelve years old. The sun shone on his body, like an angel descending into the world. He handed over a bunch of candied haws, and also handed over the hardships of their lives. The last time they met was the year of his wedding. He held his hanging pale hand and handed him a bunch of candied haws like he did back then. But there would never be a young man who blinked his eyes with stars in them and said thank you with a smile after taking it.
Intention: Some words will never be spoken again unless they are spoken.