Preface
The wind blew quietly, blowing down a few dead leaves and taking away some of the soul.
There seems to be no difference between the day of birth and the day of death.
Because this short period of time is just a tiny grain of sand in its memory to the world. It actually doesn't know how much sand it has, nor does it know how different each grain of sand is.
But for those who have experienced it, can we still say it is so easy?
The lingering sadness in my eternal pain cannot be forgotten or shaken off. Every time I recall it, my tears follow and I cling to it...