The Rest of My Life Will Be Sweet with You

The small house stood in the dark night, shrouded in darkness. Only the moonlight in the sky, which was not blocked by thin clouds, shimmered, and the light filled the entire eaves. In the dark room, the window was opened at some point, letting in a little bit of cool breeze. The coldness penetrated people, and a little silvery moonlight spilled into the corridor. It was silent, not a single insect chirping could be heard. It wasn't summer, the air wasn't hot at all, it looked cold, and when you breathed in, you seemed to be smelling the humid and musty air around you. I was in a house that had been unoccupied for a long time and was covered with moss. The surroundings are cold and depressing, and the dark sky makes the night even more...