It’s dark now, the night has grown drunk…
Time returns to before 2014. Bright eyes flicker across the sky now and then; I linger in the sweet rain I never tire of tasting, slowly savoring these early-morning hours…
On campus, the dark-green lawn heaves and wanders with an indescribable heaviness, silently fading. I am here, reveling boundlessly in emotions that rise and fall again and again. Sometimes I feel that the decay of time is a punishment for life — only because I refuse the outside, refuse to slip…
The mystery that has cut off the sunlight wears a childhood smile in its gaps, unknowing, unwilling. Layer upon layer of woolly snow steeped in the sky is the rampage of early-spring fibers; this has gone beyond my awareness, and I even feel a certain awe before life. Perceive the world you know, sense the realm you wish to reach, drift in the breathing of the wind all around…
I am here; this place holds so much love. I am here — thank goodness I am already here. Farewell, that world of mine: the astringent-sweet spring water, the furious discontent, the age of shouting, ending me and my world. And now, more than six years on, never to return again…
No more, never more; not much time remains. In truth, the almonds of the North are very bitter — astringently bitter…
