Quiet. Like a knife, it carves the traces of time on common things, and then inserts the helplessness in life.
Please allow me to come closer with my heart and let me listen to your voice.
I am very grateful that I did not miss it this time, so will I miss it in this life? Or have you missed too much? Missed the moon curtain and the snow watch? I don't know, I have no way of knowing, time has always been so lonely.