I hope the bus to school will always run on the way to school, instead of rushing to the station a few minutes late. Then I can sit quietly in the last row of seats and watch the messages you sent me, so that I have time to recall our past bits and pieces, and then quietly watch people come and go outside the window. I don't know if you were just walking through the crowd and busy with your life.

Then, the bus arrived at the station, watching people around leave their seats one by one, and speeding up to their destination. Children who are late must speed up their steps, but I don't like to see my hurried shadow, so I measure the road under my feet one step at a time, never changing, as if every step can leave a deep foot nest on the ground, and then I will fall into the deep pool of the next step, firm and persistent. So I measured the road under my feet, the road of life, the road of the future,

When the morning sun shines under your feet, when the sunset sweeps over the shoulders of teenagers, a generous shadow is outlined on the ground, delicate and angular. Maybe somewhere in the world, you will also see such a boy walk by you. Even you didn't see his face clearly. He was so ordinary, ordinary, ordinary that he lost his eyes and back.