Where the reeds fall, they are floating all over the ground.

I walked quietly in the wind, I don't know how long, I don't know how many years.

However, no one in this world should know my name, let alone my existence, and what it means to them.

Perhaps, Ben doesn't make any sense.

"Who are you?" A little boy with a sugar gourd asked me.

Who am I ......?

That day, I thought about it for a long time, and I didn't know why, and suddenly I wanted to call the name Zixu.

Then, the next day I wanted to go to the little boy and tell him my name.

However, the entrance to the village was covered with blood and bodies that had fallen to the ground.

I didn't set foot in the village, for the boy, alive or dead, would no longer be interested in who I was.

A person, no, I should say that I don't know if it's a god or a demon.

Because, I've lived long enough, I've seen everything.

I've seen the living eat the dead, I've seen people abandon their wives and children to live, and I've seen people stab their friends twice in pursuit of spiritual practice......

However, in any case, none of this matters, because after living for a long time, nothing matters anymore.

The sun in this world will rise and set as usual every day.

I am a fairy who walks by day, and a devil who wanders at night.

I never knew why I existed, and therefore, I never contributed anything to the world.

It was a good day.

I rested against the trunk of a tree in the maple forest.

It's so red that it always makes me feel lively.

A gentle wind blew, patches of bright red fell, I raised my eyes to look at the evening sun, and suddenly there were some sounds.

I followed the figures and saw two people who looked the same, striking a woman in front and back.

Normally, I don't have much interest in this kind of formation.

But the two masked men, who were identical to each other, suddenly turned into a human being again, and attacked the woman who was already seriously injured.

This makes me very strange, because the masked man's aura is like a demon but not like a demon, and it is not like a demon.

It's more like a person pretending to be a demon.

I watched until the duel between the two ended with the woman being injured.

The woman was put into a black bag, and the cloth had eyes painted on it, and then the masked man, in the pit dug out, also had the pattern of eyes.

Strange, is that, some kind of ritual?

Soon, the masked man was gone.

I was about to leave, when there was a sudden boom in the sky.

At that time, it was as if a voice told me that by staying there, staying there, your whole life would have meaning.

I glanced up at the moths flying in the sky, running towards the fiery sun,

The voice that made me wait was a little stronger.

Well, then follow that voice, nothing happens anyway.

I walked over to a field of grass, found a comfortable position, lay down, and looked at the sky half red and half blue.

The wind was blowing in gusts, and it was already cool in the evening.

I closed my eyes and felt the temperature, the feeling of the wind touching my skin.

Suddenly, I heard a noise.

Following the sound, I saw a woman in ink disembark from some kind of flying machine, accompanied by a man and a child.

I was thinking, is this going to be a family? I saw the side face of the woman in ink.

So, what kind of face is it?

When the wind kisses me softly on the face, I think, I will think of her for a long time.

And then, you know, I kissed her.