Floating Light Guide

When daybreak was approaching, the wind stopped and the lotus lanterns on the river slowly drifted away, but the light of the colored glass lanterns was still on. I gently touched Xie Lanci's cheek. His skin was wrinkled like the bark of the old locust tree in the yard, and it was still warm. I heard the leaves of the locust trees beside the bridge fall down, one by one, just like the ones he had put in the book decades ago, gently hitting the bluestone.