GOOD NIGHT, MY DARLING. I HOPE THERE IS NO ENDLESS RAIN IN MY DREAM

After my sight became blurry, I couldn’t recollect any warm afternoons or any words my sweetheart and my friends have said. Only like that, I can’t remember clearly the times in the past, but can only recall little fragmentations. I can’t help thinking of the spring of every year, the moderate breeze, the warm sunlight, the drowsy afternoons and the skirts covering the laps. The warm things from the old crumpled composition exercise book, which can almost be touched, come to my mind. I also laugh at others, whose sleeping saliva flowed out onto the desk, while I always woke up before the class was over. Then, I often used to ride my bicycle and thrill through the crowd in the setting sun. I also think of the film dusk leaves on my sweaty forehead when I get off the bicycle!