The slanting sunshine beneath the leaves illuminated an expanse of water.
Waves rolled lightly. The chilly wind on the bridge pierced my eyes. I stood
there for a long time watching sunset clouds until the city lit up. After I
returned to my old house with a low window, all I heard was the sound of leaves
falling from the phoenix trees by the well. I rose again and again despite the
comfort of the quilt. Who could understand that I was driven to write a letter
to a girl?