She never believed in the existence of God,
It's just that sometimes I'm in a trance,
I also hope to have thousands of mountains and leaves to accompany me.
"I kept shouting with my mouth wide open,
Since childhood, calling unknown names,
From the other side of the galaxy,
As stubborn as a two-lobed ginkgo.
Until a certain year,
I hear an echo,
At the top of an empty mountain
beating in the empty chest. "
So after many years, when the long wind has passed, I wrote a story that only I know.
The author thought casually: It's not love, this is just a story about the idea when I was sixteen.
The writing is poor, but I will try to improve.
Intent: About the redemption of nihilism
