That Year, the White Horse Passed By

The fan rustled to blow away the scorching heat, the night breeze began to become cooler, and even the sunset met me at the appointed time every day. When I saw someone I hadn't seen for a long time again, it was really the same as before, but my view of the world changed. The sky I want to reach out and touch no longer seems far away. The asphalt on the road has left my footprints step by step. The tree stumps on the side are waving branches and leaves to welcome me to visit him again, and the fallen branches and leaves on the ground are the welcome gifts given to me.