Light clouds, light sky, light face. The wind picks up, and the dusk gradually fills the air. The dust in the sky suddenly danced, drowning the sighing earth. As if thousands of years are far away, the inevitable memories arise in this quiet and solidified moment.
Memories stained his gloomy eyes with heavy wounds. He smiled slightly, and his laughter, without any bitterness but full of helplessness and sadness, gently turned in the wind. Standing gracefully, his long hair often covered his cold eyes.