Every stretch of road traveled is the most fatal wound.

Time is an hourglass, a huge hourglass, which omits the most memorable things in the huge time rings, and sinks, hidden deep in my heart that others can't see, and those become the most appropriate hourglass outer things, that is, the things that are most missed but never taken out.

It's just that after an hourglass, these things become the most obvious and topmost things, which shows that some things are hidden in your heart at the bottom, and you think you will forget things, as long as they are touched again, they become the brightest wounds.

Every stretch of road traveled is the most fatal wound.

That night, when I got up, I saw the starry sky and frogs talking outside the window, and I couldn't help but go out the door, and the stars in front of me met in a straight line, and in the middle of this straight line there was a huge orange circle surrounded by stars, shining like the sun.

Then I saw that many of the stars next to it were constellation clouds that I was familiar with, and it was almost as luxurious as the celestial bodies I had seen in the book.

It's a luxury view I've never seen before.

After that, I realized that what was ahead of me was just a nightmare, and the dream that was given to me, the elder told me that tonight would be my last dream.

Before the evening came, I asked the servant to fill the room with my favorite incense, closed any vent in the room, closed the curtain box screen, and I went to the big bed and sat down.

I sat there quietly, my mind conjuring up many recent nightmares, the chaos of waiting for a complete Rubik's Cube, but the dots moved into lines, the lines moved into planes, the surfaces moved into bodies, and the scattered and scattered gradually merged into a whole.

But after the hardships of the messy to the whole were over, I destroyed them again, and in just an instant, all thoughts were extinguished, and the marriage was dissolved.

The reason why I say that all thoughts are extinguished, and the marriage is broken up is because I have no other thoughts after that, not the world of nirvana, but chaos, so chaotic that I can't extract a desired substance from the world full of matter.

However, I denied that it was chaotic, because everything I saw was chaotic, all the matter never existed, but I couldn't extract it, everything was always nirvana, but I clearly saw a messy and chaotic gray world, but in my thoughts, I broke the previous concept and became the other extreme, all matter never existed and no longer existed.

That's right, these are the black spaces of Nirvana.

Speaking of Nirvana, I have to say that this is the words that I have accumulated together with Gan Hai, and writing something in the class is only known to the two of us, and only the two of us understand, this is a hollow of two people and about the connection of two people, a dream that others don't know.

However, when Gan Hai left, these words were just empty memories of the two of us left beside me, the moon in the water, the still pain that could only be seen like a shadow, and could only be remembered.

Then, I cried, these were not dreams, they were not, but I cried, and tears slid down my cheeks, beautifully.

The story of Gan Hai and me is as beautiful as the rain left in the sea, no one will remember that drop of rain, but the small ripples caused by it when it falls make the water surface beautiful, even if others will not mention it again, but the beauty in the hearts of the two people is silent with time.

It's a real feeling that only Gan Hai and I understand.

But, more truly, all my things are gone, all my companions are gone, and I don't even know where I am now.