oom，thebodycollapsedinMoJundogwoodschair，alsodon'twanttosayaword，hiseyeswouldhavebeenhardtoopen.Thebodyistired，thehearthasnotired，infatuationdoesnotchange，myheartwillgoon.Thisishebusymoodthismorning，againappropriatedidnotpass.MoJundogwoodsarehummingsongs，atfirstlistentocrywithoutharmingthediversified，despiseissadandloveinhisbones.Notatraceofemotion，iceblueeyeslonghairasifblownmess，danglingoverhershoulders.Iceblue，thecolorofherlifeinmylifeistrue.Shestoodonthecoordinatesoftheworld'sapathy，herface，hermovementswiththepolesontheworld.Konkahaothen?