Like smoke, like a dream, suddenly, startled

Chapter 25 The indelible mark is still there

The fish is tearing at the net wrapped around its body

But found that

Thin lines one after another are tightly connected

Even with all your might,

never separated them

The years wash away the memory,

Bits and pieces floating in my mind,

occupies every space,

even wine,

can't wipe it off

The knife gently scratched the mark on the arm

red one,

drop drip sprinkle sprinkle,

on the remaining skin,

The black mark... remains.