Locust Shadow Lock Sound

The rain locks the cold night, and the withered locust trees bloom. The cold scent of soap locust wraps around your neck, as if someone is breathing in the dark; The imprint of the tree is engraved in the bones, and it is a support that has not left for ten years. There are bones in the mud and souls hidden in the locust trees. He finally understood that his aunt had never disappeared, but was trapped in the gap between yin and yang for life due to a soul-locking situation.