The Remaining Lotus Leaves Are Left to Listen to the Sound of Rain

The blind old boatman guarded a pond of dead lotus and looked forward to rain every day. The neighbor boy was puzzled. He laughed and said that the sound of rain hitting lotus leaves was his late wife's favorite music. During the war, he bid farewell to his lover who was serving in the army by this pool and agreed to take the sound of rain as his letter. For sixty years, what he heard was not the rain, but the reunion that had never failed through war and time.