Lost Dream

The end of the hero's journey is the gentle countryside, The end of his journey is not crossing the country. Against the backdrop of dusk, the buildings were almost hidden by ink-colored clouds. His figure was stretched out and blended into the shadow of the tombstone. How many people were buried on the sea cliffs in the Western District. "The night is long, how are you going to spend it?" He gently picked up the ants on his legs and placed them on the ground. It felt its tentacles and walked towards the shadow, The power of time has changed him, but it seems that he has not changed. His dark eyes stared at the sky, The storm is rising. "Goodbye." He waved his hand. It was night, with strong winds and rain, and thunder.