Leave a Sound in the Gap

There seemed to be people living everywhere in the empty house, but the thick dust made it clear that there was no one there. The girl in the oil painting, no matter where you go, she will stare at you and sneak up behind you. At the intersection at midnight, a strange call rings in your ears. Listen carefully, but it's your own voice. This city hides countless invisible gaps, Trapped inside are the unsaid farewells, the people who didn't wait, and the old things that no one has finished. I can see the gray threads floating in the world, I used needle and thread to sew them back on, but I couldn't sew my own name on them. A page of unsigned notes will lead me to the next gap on time. The female detective had already touched my back.