Something was missing, still in her room: scattered photos.

It was taken when I was a child, in front of some unknown buildings in Henan, with a dull gaze and a thin frame... and a book full of lead and dust, recording the structure of fragmentary stories... She used a running account Narrated in a seemingly plain tone

succinctly

   Sentence by phrase gently passed by...

She is thorough. It’s easy to feel lonely, so you use some kind of illusion to anesthetize your mind and brain: such as Ukiyo-e

For example, Kawabata Yasunari

For example, Hanazuki Snow...a woman who clutches a hollow in her hand will always let herself down in the end...

She had a premonition of falling into darkness. Suddenly there were brilliant fireworks flashing in the sky, thinking that I could find a reason, and then I could live peacefully with the death of God...

The bright red blood flowed down the silver chain on the wrist, spreading continuously, and the air was filled with the fishy smell of juice and the sad fragrance of earth. An hour later, the color deepened and solidified on the five-meter-wide asphalt road. Everything had lost its sound... She imagined