White Xiao

On the way home from the train, the tunnel roared and swallowed up the light ahead. Yun Yi looked out the window and saw the same darkness as at any time, but he was no longer afraid. Beyond the endless distance, there is a lake. The moon hangs in the west. On the island in the center of the lake, white bamboos swing gracefully in the wind. "There's still a lot that hasn't been said and a lot that hasn't been done." The heart that has never been illuminated by fireflies Dissipated with the frost flowers of the silver tree