A cluster of residences stands in a deserted place.
It seems to have stood there for many years, so long that the roof tiles have cracked and a musty air hangs over it.
Many people live in the old house,
Along with a trapped chunyang tree.
It grows in a corner of the old house, struggling as it watches its roots burrow deeper and deeper. It lifts its head, only to see the tall walls once again.
Perhaps this is all it will ever have in life.
"Chunyang is a good child, isn't he?"
This story may let you witness the darkness buried deep in people's hearts.
So dark that you might even think you can see a glimmer of light within it.
Theme: You tell me
