笔日札记 ​​​

萬頃蒼波

Having already entered his marriage, arranged by his family, he fell in love with another woman in his factory. They are madly in love. A form of love that I assume is shared by only ones living in an era of desolation, without the overflowing amount of distraction. The world remains tangibly small. Ones that might be felt in their 20s. Such mad love led to his death.

A brief letter on the table is all that was left. The family gathers all manpower and boats with hooks to retrieve his body. Nothing was found. After a few days, he was announced dead in the village.

No one knew his affair. In fact, both of them disappeared. The year he chose to end his life is just a few years after his father hanged himself with a rope in his room. His corpse was found a few minutes too late by his wife. The whole family may have been haunted with his death since.