Xie Qingcheng was not rescued in the end.

He was injured too badly, after more than ten days of repetition, he stopped breathing on a light rainy night.

He Yu had been in the hospital for more than ten days at that time, and he actually had some hunch in his heart.

But he still lost control.

He was taken to another ward by the person sent by the Dreambreaker to guard him, and the girdle was re-fastened, and he was screaming in the girdle, breaking down, crying and trying to get out , but no one dared to let him go.

The nurse injected him with tranquilizers and anesthetics. Before he fell into a coma, he saw Xie Qingcheng approaching in a trance. Glancing at him silently, he stretched out his hand, shielded everyone, and untied his girdle.

He wanted to call Xie Qingcheng's name, but the world was dark in an instant.

Cold anesthesia, he came out of a group of people who regarded him as a machine, but went to another group of people who regarded him as a monster.

No one hugs him any more and unchains him.

The one who would treat him as a "human" has left.

He can't see anything anymore.

He Yu's condition is too bad and too dangerous. Until more than half a month later, the official did not lift his restrictions. On the day of Xie Qingcheng's funeral, he wanted to go, but no one could make the decision to release him, who might fall ill at any time.

Zheng Jingfeng went to make a request to his superiors, and even bet his professional honor, but unfortunately he still failed to convince some cadavers. They said they understood He Yu's feelings, but the lives of the masses were more important. They couldn't believe that he could really live with restraint at the funeral, and that He Yu was not Xie Qingcheng's relative, spouse, or lover.

Although many dream breakers who experienced the war with them are willing to prove it, and even the commander-in-chief signed the joint book, the big leader in charge of this matter tried to prevent him from The higher-level investigation still chose to be cautious.

What kind of humanity can a monster have? What kind of love can there be between the same sex? It's absurd, not to mention that the two are still so different in age, and the leader doesn't think this is true in his heart.

He returned the joint book, and he had to go home after get off work.

Today is his and his wife's wedding anniversary. He is married for the second time. His wife is nearly forty years younger than him. After finishing his work, he called the driver to pick him up.

The weather is fine.

The leader walked easily and went home.

"You let me out... either lock me up or tie me up... let me out... I'm going to see him... I'm going to find him! You must be mistaken... he Won't die... How could he not be saved..."

In the intensive care unit, in order to prevent patients from running out of control, iron fences are installed.

The ward is in the deepest part of the hospital, and the police are guarded outside the door.

A small window.

Anyone who wants to approach must make a reservation in advance.

On that day, He Yu's mourning rang inside all night, horrifying and heartbreaking.

The sentry standing outside couldn't help but look sullen.

From that day on, He Yu stopped talking.

Give him sick meals, he refused, he refused to drink water, and no one would see each other again, he seemed to really understand that when Qin Ciyan died, Xie Qingcheng could not go What is it like to be mourned?

Because the world always needs a name.

It seems that with this title, you are just.

Whether it's family, whether it's love... no matter what kind of relationship it is, the world must make it a logical and convenient identity for unrelated people to recognize, and then this relationship can be It is real and effective.

Otherwise, you are not even qualified to say goodbye.

People wonder, what are you to him?

While he was buried in the tomb, he wailed all night in a new cage - outside they buried the dragon's rose, his treasure, his bridge and his world, but he can't go.

He can't go anywhere.

He could only let his soul be cremated and buried with Xie Qingcheng, and he completely gave up his will to live.

This may be what some people are looking for—

Blood Gu.

First Emperor.

Spiritual Ebola, all the monsters RN-13 created, had a reassuring ending.

This is the real downfall of Mandela Island. From now on—

The world is vast and clean.

It's just a pity, there are feelings between people, transforming people is not a monster, they also have the fetters left in this world.

On the sixth day when He Yu went on a hunger strike and lived on nutrient solution, Zheng Jingfeng finally got the approval for visiting the doctor with the help of Political Commissar Wang and entered He Yu's ward.

He didn't expect that after He Yu came in, it would be more difficult to see such a patient than to see a felon.

When Zheng Jingfeng saw He Yu tied to the hospital bed, his eyes turned red. He Yu didn't look at him, his eyes were empty, without light or focus.

Zheng Jingfeng tried to talk to him, but he didn't respond.

It seems that not only Xie Qingcheng was buried in the rain that day, but he was also buried together.

He Yu didn't say a word and didn't move.

He can't see everyone, he doesn't care about everything.

Until—

"I brought a letter. It's a regular registered letter." Zheng Jingfeng finally knew that he shouldn't bother He Yu anymore, he stood up and put a somewhat broken letter on the bed.

He Yu was tied and couldn't move, so Zheng Jingfeng opened it in front of He Yu.

"Your brother Xie wrote to you before going to Mandela Island."

From the dead to the living, Zheng Jingfeng saw it in He Yu at this time.

He saw a light in He Yu's eyes all of a sudden, the light was very sad, but it was trembling and full of longing.

He Yu opened his mouth, but he didn't speak for too long and couldn't make a sound.

But Zheng Jingfeng saw it.

He asked him to bring the letter closer. He wants to see.

He desperately, desperately, sadly, madly wanted to see…

He saw it.

It was a very long letter for Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng wrote in the letter-

He Yu:

When you read this letter, the turmoil in Mandela Island should have subsided.

I don't know if I'm still alive.

But anyway, I think it's time to tell you the whole truth.

I know that you resent me for being too cold-blooded and ruthless, and resenting that I sent you a message that was hidden from you during the naval battle in Guangzhou.

You told me that you have come out of your obsession and can set off to find a new life. I am happy for you, and you should not disturb the peace of your life. Because I know that I am not something worth paying for everything. I received rn-13 treatment from the year my parents died at the age of thirteen. Although I overcame all kinds of difficulties through the guidance of my teacher, I survived like a normal person, became a doctor, and returned to society, but I later Only then did I realize that the mental effects of Ebola on me were still lingering in a non-disease way.

For twenty-three years, I have lived in an invisible restraint, I am used to having no emotions, I am used to deal with all problems calmly, and I am used to treat everyone rationally thing. I have no choice. My parents and relatives wither. If I have any accident, Xie Xue will lose the last support. I cannot let such a thing happen.

Many people around me say that I am not human, that I have no emotions, I am irrefutable, and I have no choice. Because only with the walking dead, I can live without incident.

It's like this, as time goes by, I don't seem to remember what intense feelings are like, I'm used to not letting anything get out of control in front of my eyes, so I always arrange your life, go I try my best to go into your life to protect you, but refuse anyone to step into my own life and become an unpredictable variable.

I did survive.

But I have turned myself into a machine, a stone, a piece of grass.

Now that I think about it, I have failed in many things. Like a dull knife, I have broken the hearts of many people, Aunt Li's, Xie Xue's, Li Rouqiu's, Chen Yan's, and yours.

I have been ill for 23 years, and I don't know how to get along with people like a normal person, to feel the simplest and least restrictive feelings between people. I didn't even believe at the beginning that there would be any desperate love in this world, so I satirized you, rejected you, and educated you at that time. I said you don't know anything.

The person who doesn't know anything is actually me, He Yu.

You hope I can understand the days when you came over, the days when you were with me, it must be very difficult.

No matter what you say to me or what you do, I don't believe your feelings for me are real, I push you away over and over again Liu, I hope you are as far away from me as possible, I can't see the light in your eyes, I don't believe there is light in your eyes.

He Yu, I'm really sorry.

Afterwards, when you came back, many things have changed, and you don't like me anymore. I know this is actually a relief for you, and you don't have to face a person who can't even learn how to accept someone else's sincerity. You have the warmest, bravest and most persistent heart in the world, and my heart is already too ill, fortunately it will not drag you down anymore.

But that's not to say I don't like you, He Yu.

I never told you, I really like you. This is a feeling I have never had before, and will never have again for anyone. I am willing to protect you, take care of you, and accompany you. I am willing to let your willfulness and your temper go. I am willing to give all my feelings and even my life for you.

However, it is too late, and the things you once hoped for are now worthless.

I have nothing else to give you.

I just want to be honest with you at the end, you are worthy of love.

You will be loved.

You are loved.

I know you hate me, and I have to say it hurts and numbs me to bear your hatred, but I know I owe you that. So your willfulness, irritability, indifference after you come back...I can understand. I feel bad, but I have to suffer, I owe you. I owe you a whole heart.

I did not escape, I am willing to accompany the angry you, just as you used to accompany the ruthless me. You put the knife in my heart and I don't hide, I want to know how painful you used to be.

I do this, I only hope that when I leave your side, you have vented enough, you can forgive me, even a little.

Hate is not for you, He Yu.

You are a kind child. Although (forgive me this time, I have to honestly say, I hope you can change it in the future), you have a lot of bad habits, like spending money, being a rogue, picky eater, uncontrollable temper... The bottom line of being a person is actually not that high, but You are in awe of true feelings and human life, and you can have a bright future. I've always thought so.

I took the initiative to cooperate with the police back then, not because I believed you would collude with Mandela, I hope you can give me your hand, don't stubbornly carry everything alone . When I went to the police station, what I thought most about was actually... You are only twenty, He Yu.

You were twenty years old that year.

I don't want to and can't let you have any surprises, so I hope you can hold my hand next to the flowers as a child and believe me again.

But maybe because of my previous rejections and rejections, you have lost confidence in me, so I have no chance to regain your trust. In the final analysis, I still hurt your feelings too much.

He Yu. I didn't do a lot of things well.

I don't know if you want to believe it or not, in fact, I have accepted your confession in my heart long before I accompany you on your twentieth birthday.

But at that time my body was already very bad, all organs were failing, it was the sequelae of excessive use of rn-13, I have been in aesthetic education treatment, with little effect. I don't know how to arrange my love for you. The doctor said at the time that I only have five or six years to live. I thought that instead of making you sad and occupying the best youth in your life to accompany me to death, it is better to let everything be Stay in a manageable situation.

Until I write this letter today, President Lu told me that he is in the middle and late stages of lung cancer. He told everyone before but didn't tell me. I was able to understand that ignorance is actually more cruel than companionship.

The pain of companionship can be healed by time after all, but the uninformed regret will always be a scar on my heart.

Forgive me for telling you so late, I hope you hate me less, but it's okay if you still hate me. I still remember how nice you were to me.

I will always remember how good you were to me.

You are the toughest man I have ever met.

You are the most persistent person I have ever met.

You are the only person I like.

After writing this letter, I am going to Mandela Island and I am not sure if I will ever see you again. I also don't know where my future will be.

But I will always love you in the future.

Wherever it is.

Alive or not.

He Yu, forgive you, Brother Xie, is not good at expressing emotions like this. I have not expressed my sincerity to anyone in the past 23 years. I don't know how to say and do what is best , Even writing letters is blunt. If there is something that makes you feel uncomfortable, I am here to apologize. Your brother Xie is a science and engineering man, please don't be mad at me, I'm sorry.

Xie Qingcheng

March 7, 2025

evening

He Yu read the whole letter.

His smile spread from the bottom of his heart to his eyes, like a tidal wave, he didn't know why he thought of Xie Qingcheng turning the pen, and couldn't think of a suitable word for a long time.

He laughed, Zheng Jingfeng and the nurse next to him panicked and looked at him in horror.

But he didn't do anything, he just kept laughing, the laughter was getting louder and more uncontrollable, he laughed so much that tears flowed out, It dripped on the letter paper, smearing the words on it.

The person who wrote this letter... The person who embraced him infinitely because he believed in love... The person who only loved him in his life.

In the end, he died by the knife of the one he loved.

In the end, she only thinks that she is a substitute.

In what mood did he leave...

He Yu raised his head, he has thought about what he said when he confessed to Xie Qing countless times these days.

He hates himself why he said that Xie Qingcheng is the snow in the sky...

Heavenly…

Snow…

The irony is deep into the bones, and the grief has lost my soul.

What a pain.

How painful was Xie Qingcheng's death?

How sad? That's why he asked He Yu to move forward to find another life and love.

Xie Qingcheng believed in irreplaceable love because of He Yu.

But at the last moment, his faith was shattered.

He is so arrogant, he even sheds blood and tears, choking and saying that he is not the best...

With Xie Qingcheng's spirit, at that moment how desperate did he have to collapse to be so selfish?

He Yu would rather Xie Qingcheng had never loved him at this time, and would not have been hurt so hard by him, but Xie Qingcheng wrote on the letter, I will always love you in the future, Wherever I am, whether I am alive or not.

He burst out laughing, clutching the thin page of letter paper and the infinite affection he did not hold.

Finally, in a hoarse voice, he murmured, "...Uncle...Can you...do me one last favor?"

Zheng Jingfeng hurriedly said: "What?"

"..." He Yu looked at him with red eyes, numbly, "I... don't want to die... I want to be treated... I will cooperate with the treatment... I am willing... to cooperate with the treatment... I think... I want to go out...I want to see him again...look at the place where he used to heal and ask him things...that I didn't have time to tell me."

"I ask you to help me to beg the political commissar Wang and the Wei family...Even if I beg Chen to be slow...Otherwise I know that others will not let me out easily..."

"Please..."

"Let me go to his grave...let me see him again..."

"I beg you..."

"Please...let me take another look at the person I love..."

He is his lover, it can be seen that he needs the approval of the world.

After Zheng Jingfeng left, He Yu sat on the bed, the nurse wanted to put the letter away, but he refused.

He kept reading it, over and over again.

His cheeks were cold, and when the tears dried, they were coldly wrinkled on his face.

Suddenly, he was startled.

He suddenly found the last tenderness hidden in this letter—

Xie Qingcheng told him almost the whole truth in the letter, but there was only one thing that he still did not tell him—

The text message that deceived He Yu three years ago was not sent by Xie Qingcheng, but by Director Hu.

After he didn't want He Yu to know about this, he felt pain and regret when he recalled all the differences after the two met again.

Because Xie Qingcheng had experienced this kind of unrepentant pain, he would rather beg He Yu's forgiveness abruptly than tell He Yu that he was wronged.

Only this matter, he will not tell the truth until his death.

He was afraid that He Yu would suffer.

His little devil is still young and has suffered a lot.

He protected him once with his body. On Mandela Island, let him not be the target of public criticism.

Now, he uses his sincerity to protect him for the second time. In the future, let him not be bothered by guilt.

Xie Qingcheng has been ill for 23 years and has lost the ability to express love normally.

But at this moment, He Yu undoubtedly felt it - he felt a warm hand covering the top of his hair, he raised his head and saw Xie Qingcheng standing in front of him , He doesn't laugh very much, and others seem to think that he has no feelings. But He Yu knew that he did.

In the twenty-three years of illness, she struggled with tenderness and protection.

Love and pamper.

Xie Qingcheng gave it to him silently.

Three months later, at the time of the summer solstice, He Yu, who was in limbo, was finally released and discharged after completing various interrogations and evaluations and signing a series of guarantee documents.

Although he could feel that someone was watching him secretly, to prevent him from doing anything out of control, he didn't mind.

It's time to unravel. He seemed to have long expected that on the last day of his retirement, he would meet such a handsome and innocent guest who was like a walking corpse.

The old man smiled and asked He Yu to sit down. Like an old friend, he made him a cup of hot **** tea, and started to tell him about the secrets that he no longer needed to guard...

"That's right." At the end, the old dean seemed to see through He Yu's dying heart, he suddenly turned around and took out a notebook tremblingly, "I didn't tell you just now , Professor Xie has been sorting out and perfecting the notes left by Lao Qin? Those notes... can be used by analogy, for the victims in today's society... ahem, who drank inferior medicine and got a mental Ebola disease...cough, yes Their therapeutic drug research is very, very useful."

He breathed a sigh of relief and took a few more sips of water: "Xiaohe, these notes, and... the research on these drugs, can you please help me and help Brother Xie to keep it? We all want to see these innocent victims finally have an account..."

He said, and stuffed some of Xie Qingcheng's notes with him to He Yu.

He Yu's empty eyes reflected those dilapidated notes.

He flinched and tried to hide, but he couldn't.

The old dean did not let him escape, and handed those notes firmly to He Yu. When He Yu's fingertips touched the cover, they trembled violently. Slowly, there was some color and emotion in his eyes, albeit grief-stricken.

Take a last look at the world for Xie Qingcheng.

Until these unfinished matters of Xie Qingcheng were carefully handed to He Yu's palm.

He Yu's hand touched the notes that Xie Qingcheng had rubbed hundreds of times, and it was the first time that the old dean saw a faint and painful light in him.

People have the opportunity to live when they think.

This point, the old dean has been a doctor for so long, he understands in his heart.

"Open it and see."

He Yu hesitated, slowly, lowered his head and opened the note.

The work originally belonged to Qin Ciyan, and when I opened it, there was Mr. Qin's handwriting on the title page.

It should be written by Mr. Qin in his later years. The old man is old and has an old-fashioned style. What he wrote is: "If there is a next life, I am still willing to contribute my own life to save the life suffering from illness. A small effort. If I have another life, I will still make this choice and I will not regret it.”

Under that line of words, what caught He Yu's eyes was another line of familiar fonts, slightly inclined.

Xie Qingcheng wrote:

"Me too."

At dusk, He Yu finally came to the cemetery.

Xie Qingcheng's tomb was erected beside Qin Ciyan's sculpture tomb. He was Qin Ciyan's favorite apprentice during his lifetime, but he was not even qualified to worship Qin Ciyan upright.

Now he can finally be around the teacher and meet him.

It's just that his tombstone never had a name on it. According to his wishes, what he engraved was just an epitaph of Keats' tomb.

“Hereliesonewhosenamewaswritteninwater”

Here sleeps forever, famous for water books.

Because there are too many confidential documents involved, and some people may maliciously use illegal drugs to slander Qin Ciyan's reputation, in the registered letter sent to Xie Xue, Xie Qing Cheng has left an account of what happened behind him, and he doesn't need anyone to justify his resignation from the hospital that year.

He did what he wanted to do and protected everyone he wanted to protect. He has acted in the right way in his life, and there is rarely anything to be ashamed of.

As for what people would say about him and how to evaluate him, it was all his name, and he didn't care.

He Yu crossed the lawn of the cemetery, first placed a bunch of lilies in front of Qin Ciyan's tombstone, then held the endless summer in his arms and walked to Xie Qingcheng's side.

The lilac-purple hydrangea bouquet is wrapped in gauze paper of the same color, and the bouquet is covered with a layer of pure white gauze.

He walked over, stood still, and looked at the writing on the tombstone.

He called softly: "Brother Xie..."

Suddenly, the wind picked up, as if going back in time to the early summer more than ten years ago, the veil on the hydrangea was suddenly lifted by the wind, the veil flew very high, and finally Fluttering down again.

Unbiasedly, the white gauze fell on Xie Qingcheng's tombstone.

He bowed down, bowed his head, and knelt before his monument.

"You dropped something..."

Finally, like the child many years ago, he held the soft veil and said to him with a sob.

"Brother, your belongings fell."

You left in this world, there is a heart that has never changed to love you.

Did you know…

He knelt in front of his tomb for a long time, but no one ever stretched out a warm hand to him and lowered the handsome and cold picture that reminded people of "snow is near the bamboo" Face, took the veil he handed over, and said to him—

"Thank you."

When night fell, He Yu finally stood up, his legs were numb, and he staggered away.

The manager of the cemetery is new, and he will lock and close the gate of the cemetery as he waits for the last worshipper to leave the garden to leave.

He Yu blushed, lowered her eyes, and apologized to him in a low voice: "I wasted your time."

"It's fine, it's only a little late." The manager was a kind old man, but he was a little curious and hesitated for a while, he asked, "That tombstone without a name... is very mysterious, and the above approved it This tomb entered the Mausoleum of the Martyrs, but it never said who he was."

He tentatively asked He Yu: "Do you know who he is?"

He Yu didn't answer, if Xie Qingcheng didn't want others to know his name, then he wouldn't go against his meaning.

The old man didn't say anything when he saw him, and he didn't force it, he just said: "...Young man, I'm sorry, I'm asking too much. I've been doing this for half my life for such an unnamed tomb, and I can only I've seen two, so—"

He Yu was stunned for a moment, and a string was faintly touched in his heart.

"Two seats?"

"Yeah, there is another Chengxi Cemetery that I worked before. It was built by a man three years ago..."

He Yu's eardrum seemed to be beaten by a heavy drum.

"Is it the Qingliangshan Cemetery in the west of the city?" - The place where Xie Qingcheng's parents were buried.

The old man's eyes widened: "You know."

He Yu was suddenly dizzy and could hardly speak.

Half an hour later, he drove to the cemetery, the door of the cemetery was closed, but his extreme mourning and the accommodating fee finally made the janitor make an exception for him.

He Yu quickly found the nameless monument.

There is no need to ask who the person who bought this cemetery is, he knows the only answer when he sees the few lines of beautiful but strong English words on the tombstone.

The answer became a knife in his heart.

He staggered over and knelt in front of the cold tombstone with a plop. His forehead was against the stone face, and his figure was lonely, just like the person who loved him three years ago.

Nothingofhimthatdothfade.

Butdothsufferasea-change.

Intosomethingrichandstrange.

At this moment, He Yu suddenly understood why Xie Qingcheng wanted an unnamed monument with no name engraved on it, but only a string of words.

Shelley Tomb, Keats Tomb.

Xie Qingcheng not only lost his reputation because of his reputation for writing on the water. He also wanted to accompany He Yu silently in this way.

No matter how deep their love is, they have no name, they are not tolerated by the world, and they cannot be buried together.

But in this city, there are only two such nameless monuments, engraved with two lines of secrets that only the two of them know, engraved with their youthful years.

"Brother..."

He was crying in front of this tomb. No one knew what he lost, just as no one knew who was buried here.

In this life, only Xie Qingcheng would accompany him like this and know their secrets.

There will be no second Dr. Xie.

He has been with him, under the nameless monument and green grass, long companion, long sleep.

Mandela's turmoil is finally over.

Because Qin Ciyan's notes played a big role in that year, those patients who were affected in those years all successfully waited for the treatment medicine, and after they recovered, there was no recurrence. As for the researchers on the island, and Anthony... they were all sentenced to 20 years to the death penalty.

Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng have always had the only group photo of their family of three and Xie Qingcheng. Get older.

Xie Xue had to take a look at the photo every day before going to work. Every day, every year, every year...

"Good morning, brother, I'm going out."

"Brother, I'm back."

Just like when Xie Qingcheng took care of her alone when she was growing up, Xie Xue greeted the people in the photos day after day, which is a habit since childhood.

It's just that Xie Qingcheng always said to her: "Be careful on the road." Or "How was your performance in school today?"

No more.

But Xie Xue felt that she could still hear his voice.

Because he is in her heart.

In this way, open and close the door every day, looking at the photos... Decades have passed in a flash.

Afterwards, Xie Xue no longer needed to work.

She is eighty years old.

She hunched over to buy something.

The things I bought are some fresh eggs, green onions, ham and shrimps. She makes Yangzhou fried rice, and she never puts peas.

This is her favorite home-cooked meal.

Ya Ya went to the United States to study, studied medicine, and became a professor of medicine in the school Qin Ciyan attended when she was young. Now Xie Xue only lives with Wei Dongheng. The old couple can't eat too much. This fried rice is full of color, flavor and nutrition. It's better than anything. .

Her brother used to take care of her like this. Take care of her from childhood to adulthood.

Whenever she made this bowl of fried rice, she felt that he was still taking care of them.

she.

She bowed her head to eat fried rice.

It's hot and grainy, and she's already done as well as him.

After eating, she and Wei Dongheng turned on the TV, and a series was played on the TV. She and Wei Dongheng also participated in the production.

This drama was made by He Yu. He Yu has been living alone since then. He didn't leave the world, maybe it's just because he still has some things to do, some past events, only he can be a complete narrator.

Finally, after so many years, all the files have been decrypted, and finally He Yu, who became the director, chose to tell everyone what happened in the past honestly and originally in this way people.

Xie Xue felt that his casting was not good, and he was dissatisfied with Xie Qingcheng's actor selection. She always thinks this is not tall enough, that is not manly enough, this is too rough, and that is not smart.

She said: "How come there is no one who can even have a 30% like my brother? Now technology is so advanced, makeup and photography skills... all are so good, why Is there no one who can let me see his shadow?"

He Yu said: "There is no one who can replace him."

The film was finally shot, and the casting was unsatisfactory, but at least the story is true, and those who have not died have also cooperated in the production. Even Chen Wan, who had hardly ever met He Yu again, flew back from far away Europe after receiving information about this project, and cooperated with him to restore some of the events of the year.

Xie Xue still didn't like this film. She felt that Xie Qingcheng and Wei Dongheng were both wrong young actors. It made her uncomfortable, and she didn't feel that way at all.

But she loves listening to the ending song of the show.

The ending song was written by He Yu himself.

The melody is melodious, with some retro Hong Kong style Cantonese old movies.

Songs echoed in the living room where the curtains fluttered—

The wind blows, the light yarn falls,

Picked up a dream mottled.

I've been dreaming for half my life, you know?

The door opened and the book fair opened,

The words on the title page have faded,