Long Rainy Season

After my grandfather passed away, I often wanted to write something, but I started to write several times and then gave up. The barrenness of my language is not enough to express one thousandth of my grandpa's love for me, nor is it enough to express my thoughts that I have tossed and turned for thousands of days and nights. I finally decided to write down something, and I thought it should be death. If you, like me, have ever felt that "death" is both a concrete and abstract thing, a medical concept, and a vague vocabulary, perhaps you will be willing to take a look at this article... Intention: missing.