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My dad was a musician and took it for granted that people should, like him, be able to decipher a speaker's innermost thoughts from a few hemming syllables. He is miserable, and when he gives people a clear view, people just think of him as an honest man with expressive difficulties. Well, since Dad and I are connected in this respect, we are keenly aware of each other's subtlest sense of guilt and tragedy. But we cannot have formal conversations about these. Such conversations will lead our lives and the entire West Wind Village to a state of disintegration, causing us to judge each other in the harshest terms, and ultimately inherit nothing. In fact, we despise this kind of conversation. Is it necessary to have such a serious face-to-face conversation that is exhaustive, detailed analysis, self-confession and flaunting?

Even without the official ban issued by the government, no one settled in Sumer. The settlement ban stipulates that no one can stay in Sumer for more than three months. In fact, people often leave after less than a month, like a circus pulling a big tent, moving to another place to make a living. The houses in Sumer fell with the wind like ant nests and mounds. When the flow of people was small, first-time visitors could not tell that this was Sumer. Most people born in Sumer had no idea what homesickness was. Those who remember the ancient idioms appear in the barren gravel area humming distant tunes, like a pack of wild wolves. They all eventually solved their homesickness problem by hanging themselves. They left behind words such as "Fox Death Head Hill", which people find very novel and strange, like a brand new word.

Justice should be justice? Is evil supposed to be evil? But in reality, a lot of the time, things are gray. In fact, this world is neither black nor white, but a delicate gray.