Prism

The first ray of sunrise breaks through the darkness, and the indistinguishable line between water and sky is divided by the rising sun. The handful of stream water in the palm reflected colorful light, and the moon in the water could no longer be seen. Those past events, good, bad, sad and happy, all flowed away from the fingers along with the stream. Then new people and new things will appear, slowly taking over, and slowly covering up, until there is no trace of the past anymore. - *This is an irresponsible short story written in high school. It is used to test the waters of short stories... It is not recommended to watch. Intention:.