The paper airplane slowly passed over the willow branches outside the window, and a gust of wind pushed the windmill forward for 13 years.
A voice passed through 20 years. She stared into the distance and heard the answer given to her by the mountains——
Justice lasts forever, you and I are together in this life
The growth of three good friends. Maybe you are no longer around, but your breath and voice are everywhere. The sunset shines on us again, and only he is still waiting for them.
Death is not the end, nor is forgetting. What we leave behind is something that lasts longer than life, something that is indescribable.
Intention: Love and justice can be poetry or blood and tears