You Passed Through My Light Years

The six children began to grow up in the autumn of that year. But as soon as the cicadas chirp in summer, they will come back. Return to the old locust tree. Go back to the two ping pong tables. Back to the bunch of candied haws that never melted. Light years are far away and loveliness is light. It traveled through all time and fell into their hands. Like a candy, like a star, like a very light: "Hello."