The Lonely Wind Is Clear and the Moon Is Cold

It was a hot summer day, and a window on the second floor of the small attic near the big banyan tree was slightly open. The green shade of the banyan tree happened to shine there, giving a little coolness to the small room facing the banyan tree. It was a small room with no independent kitchen or bathroom. It could only accommodate a small bed, a small table and a small cloth cabinet. This is how our story began. The man said rudely: "I didn't want to say these hurtful words! But, you kept emphasizing it! I have to say it! You don't need to eat a stinky egg to know that it is bad!"