<Island><Most Fiction> This is my strange path. Before Era Zero, after End Times Day, everything flew by, with landed wings. If the voyage is really endless. Then, at least at the initial starting point, there is your face, clear as the warmly folded leaves of a flower. (Lok Lok Island) Time did not wait for me, you forgot to take me away, my left hand never forgets the fireflies, the right hand is ten years of a long meditation. (Falling dreams in the flowers know how much Guo Jingming quoted) But youth which is so easy to sweet talk, at least there will be silent white clouds in the sky to stimulate their numb nerves: freedom of this kind of thing, nowhere to find. (Falling floating clouds do not speak) There is nothing that can not be forgotten. Always forget you at a later time, anyway, not the heart of the man, forget it can be forgotten. First forget your appearance, then forget your voice, then forget that you are good at laughing, or love to laugh, forget that you through the light slowly from cloudy to clear, forget that you in my mind to change again and again look, forget what you said. Like a bird forgetting the swamp it once roosted in, or a rhinoceros forgetting the smell of summer, or a man who has lost his legs forgetting that he was once able to fly, or a man in hell forgetting how wonderful heaven is. They can forget. Not now, but later. And if not later, we'll always have a later than later. In the future that will come to us, we can expect it to take all the memories with it. （Maybe it's just a case of desperation. In a true sense of desperation, sadness seems so powerless and small. But all I have left is sadness. （Never summer. At that time, I suddenly thought that F and I were in the same space. As close as the same school. I'm calculating physics problems here. There are empty seats in front of me and behind me. And F, maybe in the classroom, maybe on the basketball court, maybe at the kiosk, maybe in the hallway. It's just. I'm in the same space. But I can't see you. I don't know if you're in the classroom, or the basketball court, or in the corridor, or in those little white dots running around, there's no you. At that time, I suddenly thought that F and I were in the same space. Close enough to be in the same school. I'm here calculating a physics problem. There are empty seats in front of me and behind me. And F, maybe in the classroom, maybe on the basketball court, maybe in the kiosk, maybe in the hallway. It's just. I'm in the same space. But I can't see you. I don't know if you're in the classroom, or the basketball court, or in the corridor, or in those little white dots running around, there's no you. At that time, I suddenly thought that F and I were in the same space. Close enough to be in the same school. I'm here calculating a physics problem. There are empty seats in front of me and behind me. And F, maybe in the classroom, maybe on the basketball court, maybe in the kiosk, maybe in the hallway. It's just. I'm in the same space. But I can't see you. I don't know if you're in the classroom, or the basketball court, or in the corridor, or in those little white dots running around, there's no you. （He's in all the pasts I can remember. Faintly present. Softly clamoring. （This is how I forget you. When the voices of the world forget you. --This is how I remember you. In the position of forgetting. Remember you with my voice . (Falling if the voices don't remember) The northern country blooms with spring branches, snow-colored emptiness. The hometown is near the low eaves, the dream is empty. Starry shadows on the inkstone, empty verses. The waves of the sea chase the world, the fragrance of the dew is empty. The thistle is hopeless and wants to catch the wind. The world is empty. (Falling to catch the wind)