The mountain wind swept the gravel past his ears, and the corroded voice was like tempered iron, hitting Adie's heart: "It's not your wishful thinking that can change the world with just a few words, Adie, we are different."
A'Die's fingertips were clenched in his sleeves until they turned white, and a bitter retort rolled down his throat: "Erosion pattern, you don't understand me." When he raised his eyes, there was still moisture on his eyelashes, "We never live together, my business is my business." The words were like an invisible wall, separating any possible interactions in the past, and also separating each other's understanding of the world.
He turned around, his back straight, but deflated as he looked back at the mountains. The layers of mountains glowed with gray in the dusk, like countless barriers that could not be pushed open, while the road under my feet meandered along the mountain col, plunging into the mist in the distance with no end in sight. The wind brought chill into his collar, and A'Die suddenly felt that the faith he carried in his arms was as light as a wisp of smoke - Erosion Wen said it was a wishful thinking, but this delusion was his only support after walking for so long.
He looked at the endless road, his Adam's apple rolling. The mountain shadow was silent and the wind whimpered, unable to give an answer. Perhaps from the very beginning, this road could only accommodate a lonely person, but when the traveler turned into a denier, even the stones under his feet seemed to be mocking his stubbornness. Where should we put our faith? Where should we go? When dusk came over, A'Die's figure became a question mark pulled between the mountains and the road.
Concept: Dual opposition structure of self-cognition