The world is coming and going, the soul is calm and decadent, wandering in the clear water pond in dreams.
Returning to reality, I looked indifferently at the traces of rain falling on the floor-to-ceiling windows. I was so drunk that I couldn't feel comfortable. She was frozen in the gap between the bright moon in the south of the Yangtze River, looking at each other across the bank. She smiled and walked away, while she stopped and waited for the dusk.
Purpose: Memoirs of a deceased wife.