Chapter 32 whisper

Like intertwined whispers of honey, Like silk spewing fragrance. The dead branches are like the arms of angels. Drenched with withered sunlight. The greetings to meet each other have become unfamiliar, and the smile is no longer what it used to be. The clinging heart is separated by time, A wall of oblivion is built in the middle. Light sobs flow with whispers, The distant life has gradually become lost. Helpless, I can only confide secretly, Moth, don't forget. Though my heart is full of words, Want to speak but sink into the ocean of thinking. "I remember laughing together, somewhere on campus."

(Writing started on the afternoon of January 18, 2004)