Summer Before Autumn

W has lived in a college for as long as he can remember. The trees here are densely shaded, the pools are clear and the water is cold; time flies by in a long time, and there is no spring, autumn, or winter here - it is an endless summer. Every year he stops at the window of the tall tower and looks aimlessly towards the end of the light - does he think, can he hope? Recently, he always dreamed of a dusk where no one stopped. The light and shadow were gorgeous and desolate. He sat in front of the sea breeze again and smiled suddenly. "The birds in the sky met him six thousand one hundred and seventy-three times, and they became his relatives, friends, life, and death."