Turn off the lights and open the windows.

The night can always calm people down. Mixed with the sub-zero cold air in the northern part of the country, it suddenly penetrates the thin clothes and swallows the warmth of the body. I always like to concentrate in the silence of this night, and my thoughts are flying more mysteriously than those flowing during the day.

But in front of me, it is no longer the starry sky and dark night of the past.

The newly completed twelve-story building stands quietly in the northwest corner of this small town, silently announcing its existence. But, but why do I feel like something is missing.

There will never be those nights again when you stand by a lone lamp and just stare at the night sky. The depth seems to surround you. Thinking about something, or thinking about nothing at all, that quietness, that broadness, it was like at that moment, the world only had night, lights and myself;

There will never again be those nights when I stand by the window and look at the village under the night sky behind the building, and the old tree sandwiched among the dense brick buildings. Its figure is so hazy in the night. Occasionally, a few dog barks may be heard in the ear, perhaps because a car is passing by, disturbing its sweet dream;

There will never be those nights again, looking at the orange-red sky due to snow, looking at the world that is bright at night due to the reflection of snow, opening the window and reaching out to receive the coldness, and feel the grace from nature.

……

All of this is gone forever with the old days. In front of me, this giant blocked everything.

I forgot where I saw the sentence, "The old time is a beauty." It is the beauty in my heart that seems to have no shortcomings and no flaws. But in fact, this can all continue, but it is firmly imprisoned in yesterday by this steel and concrete.

Looking up at the sky from the densely packed tall buildings, one feels like a frog in a well. It is not that it is short-sighted, but that it is so far away from the truth.

When I came back to my senses, I found that I was still being blown by the cold wind. I lit an electric flower with a lighter, stretched out the window, and watched the splashing sparks quickly burn out my life in the night against the background of the lights of the building opposite.

Stand for a long time, meditating for a long time.

I lost my landscape.

Irreversible.