Although when I was thirteen years old, I hid like crazy in a dimly lit corner of this street. How I wish I had been hiding in that dimly lit corner forever and watching the light pass by me and no longer shine on me.

But shouldn't the light illuminate the night?

No, the night has its own light!

I don't know if I was happy or sad at that time.

You know, I looked up at the sky that day, and it was suddenly snowing on the gray sky, and the snowflakes were floating on my face one by one, and they were piling up layer by layer on my face.

I know that in the past, no matter how big the snow was, every time the snowflakes fell on my face, they would turn into droplets of water and fall from my face drop by drop, and at that time, the droplets falling from my face were like my tears, drop by drop, slowly blurring my eyes.

My neighbors say it's the best they've ever seen.

I remember when I was thirteen years old, before I hid in that dimly lit corner, it started snowing from the morning that day.

The snowflakes are still one by one, one by one.

It's like when the catkins are flying in May.

I got up that morning, got dressed, and went down that street, where people my age were. There was no one else on the street that day, so we tied up our lanterns and ran from one end of the street to the other, and from the other end to this end.

It wasn't until late afternoon that we lit the lanterns.

But now, the snowflakes are piling up, and they are slowly piling up on my face, layer by layer.

I feel a chill when I think about the snowflakes that used to fall on my face.

But now, my face felt a hot heat, hotter than the blood that flowed from my own heart.

What the hell is going on here?

The snowflakes flying in the sky were falling one by one, and they were floating on my face one by one.

The snow was getting more and more, and the blood in my heart was getting hotter and hotter, and this heat made me feel like I was standing on a field in June, watching the waves of wheat rush towards me.

The waves in the wheat field are the hope of survival!

But what is hope?

Where is the hope?

There is darkness in front of us, how can we see hope?

Is hope something that can be seen in the eye?

You ask me, and I don't know.

But I think hope is hope.

As long as there is, it's there.

That's how I thought about what hope was.

My pace slowed as I wondered what hope was.

Snowflakes falling from the sky piled up one by one on my face, chest, and even my entire body.

In the end, it actually covered my eyes, and the neighbors said that they were the most beautiful.

When I was younger, I was told that when a person's eyes were closed, that person was either sleeping, dead, or just didn't know what they were doing.

I don't know if I was sleeping, or if I was dead, or if I was doing something else. But it was at that time that I really saw hope, just like when I saw gold and silver.

That sparkling feeling.

But where have I seen these two things?

What are gold and silver?

If I don't see gold and silver in my eyes, what will it be?

Is it hope?

I don't know.

At that time, I felt the wind blowing from the north and blowing towards me one after another.

My pace slowed down again, and I knew that it wasn't something I wanted to slow down, because it was too windy, and it was the wind that slowed me down.

I even felt like I was going backwards, one step at a time.

Why?

Why!

When I see hope, the damn wind makes me step by step?

At this time, I was like a kite with a broken string, blown by the wind and went to the sky.

I couldn't find it.

When the wind first began to blow, I felt the heat on my face slowly disappear, and my heart felt even colder.

But it didn't take long for the wind to suddenly get stronger, and it blew all the snowflakes off my eyes!

So I saw again, and I saw a light.

The light looked a little faint, but at least I saw it, and my eyes looked the best in the eyes of my neighbors, and everyone knew that.

On a dark night when I couldn't see my fingers, I thought it would be the most wonderful thing to see a beam of light.

But this beam of light did not make my heart hot like a snowflake, but made me feel more than half cold inside.

Why is that?

Because that light is the same as I saw when I was thirteen!

It was the light I saw in that dimly lit corner.

I was terrified.

Really, the kind of fear and fear that rats have when they see cats.

I'm running around like a mouse, but where can I escape?

Don't all the mice end up being eaten by cats?

I already feel that I am going to die, where can the dying flee to?

Don't run away?

Escape?

I closed my eyes.

When I closed my eyes, my heart slowly cooled, but at this moment, the wind suddenly stopped again. I suddenly felt as if I wasn't going back any further, like a kite with a broken string that was flying in the sky and suddenly being pulled back by the string.

Then my steps suddenly became brisk again.

But how can you be brisk at this time?

Because of that light!

I closed my eyes as soon as I saw the light, and I really didn't want to open them because I was scared.

But I couldn't hold back, I felt as if there was something else in front of me.

Except for that light.

I really want to know what the hell this thing in front of me is.

So I opened my eyes timidly.

When I opened my eyes, I saw another light, and that light turned out to be from the moon.

Right above my head.

On such a dark night, it was snowing.

Suddenly I saw the moon, and my mood began to relax again.

Light and light, it's not the same.

It's like people are called people, but people are just different.

I didn't want to see that light again, but I didn't know why I was walking in the direction of that light step by step.

What can I do?

I looked up at the moon.

I don't know what was going on in my mind at that time, maybe I didn't think about anything, because I was scared to death when I thought about it.

When I looked up at the moon, the wind stopped and the snow stopped.

The snow was gone on my face, chest, and body.

I saw the moon hanging lonely in the sky, and the faint moonlight she emitted was deserted.

And so did my shadow shine on the ground.

She's really beautiful.

But when I was looking at the moon, I was looking at the moon with all my heart.

The light suddenly came out of nowhere, and appeared in my eyes, a pair of eyes that my neighbors had said were the most beautiful since I was a child.

It was the same light I saw when I was thirteen!

I really don't want to see that light!

But now,

I had to see that light!

Because of that light,

Brighter than the light of the moon!

It just burned my eyes,

This pair of eyes has been said to be the most beautiful by neighbors from childhood to the street.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

That light,

Why is it happening!

In my eyes!

I want to gouge out my eyes.

Really, I made up my mind to do it.

But since I was a child, my neighbors said that my eyes were the best I looked at.

It's exactly the same as my mother's eyes.

How could I be willing to gouge out my own eyes?

But now I can't wait to gouge out those eyes.

What am I going to do!

A line of tears flowed from the corners of my eyes

What is it?

What is it!

I didn't ask myself, I asked about my heart, which had already been frozen through.

These are tears.

It's the tears that come out of my eyes.

But why did I shed tears?

I've never shed a tear since I was a child,

Except for the one that came out of my mother's belly.

That time, in addition to tears, I cried out loud.

As soon as I cried, tears fell.

What's wrong with me now?

When I was thirteen years old I saw that light for the first time,

At that time, although I was very scared, and my courage was about to be broken, but that time I still did not shed tears, because tears cannot be easily shed.

Tears are first-class, and people die.

You know that, I've always thought so since I was a kid.

But

What's going on today

I couldn't stop crying.

Who's going to die?

One step at a time, two steps

Three-step, four-step......

Though I'm dying,

But I felt that the light was getting closer and closer to me.

Just as the light was getting closer and closer to me, my tears suddenly disappeared.

It's true!

I don't know why my tears are gone, but when I see the light getting closer and closer to me, I feel that I can't have tears in front of that light.

From my eyes that have been the best since I was a child, my neighbors have said to be the best.

Absolutely not!

And it was tears that flowed from the eyes that looked exactly like my mother.

At that time, there were no tears in my eyes.

Without!

It was at this time that I felt a fire in my body, a raging fire.

It started to burn in my body.

But you know, my body has been shaky and stumbling for a long time.

It's been like this all the way.

I've touched my nose I don't know how many times, and every time I hit the wall, I feel a lot of pain, and it doesn't hurt anymore.

I can bear the pain, but as soon as it hurts, something starts to flow from inside my nose, so when it hurts, I will pinch my nose to prevent that thing from flowing, and I know that if that thing flows too much, it will die.

It's just like my mother.

It's going to die.

I can't bear to die.

If you endure it, you die.