When the Wind Chimes Ring

The cicadas began to chirp, the wind chimes rang softly, and the young man's story slowly began. ​ The delayed light is also light. ​ If it is not full, it will be full sooner or later. ​ Some words are written on paper and are gone when erased; some words are written on the heart and erased a hundred times, but the strokes are still there. ​ The wind chime has been hanging for five or six years, and no one has taken it away or oiled it. But it never broke. ​ Some night roads no longer feel long after being taken on a ride. ​ Time also has a sound.