There are always many ideas buried in the ruins, or rather buried in the ruins. Some things may not be familiar, but when you pick them up, you can clearly smell the scent of life that has already permeated them.
When I was helping to sort out the elders' remains, I touched one thing after another with my own eyes and hands. The whole house was filled with a frozen atmosphere and memories, heavy or familiar, but with a hazy sense of distance. Beneath the thick dust are often old memories that can be tossed around if you are not careful.
As the days go by, I think I've crossed some mountains, I think I'm strong enough to block something, but I'm not. Memories are both a wily and heartbreaking companion, the slightest twist of our faces inviting a flood of emotion....查看更多 收起