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A day of cleaning

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    Cleaning is a very tiring thing.  Cardboard boxes full of old garbage, dusty pieces of clothing, every part seems to be telling the traces of time.  There are all kinds of voices around.  They come one after another, vying to drill into my ears.

    Like a troubled world.  I'm stuck in it.

    From one place to another.  Clothes, dirty hair.  A pair of hands covered with mud.  Running from one side of the workshop to the other with a tall mop in unskilled posture.  It was a road I was not familiar with, and it was not long. I walked very slowly, as if I was going to reach the end of the world.  On the other side of the road stood him whom I was not familiar with.  He may have forgotten me.  Maybe they have inadvertently stayed on me, or maybe they are looking for, thinking about who I am?  For a moment, I hoped that he could remember me, but what does it matter if he remembers or not?  There is no memory connecting the lost time.

    Some images are frozen.  But there is no eternity.

    I think he may have read what I wrote.  But I never asked.  There is no proper excuse for the warm pleasantries we meet when we meet like friends.  Then I left from there.  Back to the cold building, like a piece of ice in winter.  Spring is so far away, and the future is so long.

    I didn't find out who is the person named "Yuyouzi"?  These are the people who exist beside me and silently support me.  Maybe it's the winter that makes me so sad.  I went back to the warm starting point, picked up the lost beauty, and missed the separation in the dark corner.

    After being busy for a long time, the sanitation was finally cleaned up.  The bones of the whole body are like falling apart.  I raised my head in solitude to meet a new starting point.  There will always be some people behind me, they will follow my footsteps, ideals, freedom.  Then get old.  Let me no longer be afraid, afraid, wandering, confused.  Let the night not be long.  Let dreams not be monotonous.  And I will always remember it in my heart.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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