Casual conversation: On a grassy hill, in summer

That was the first time I had ever set foot on a hill. All around me were clouds. And tall trees, their green canopies reaching up to the deep blue sky.

Looking up from below, the hill doesn't seem very wide. But the moment you set foot on it, you're overwhelmed by the vastness and expansiveness of the vegetation. And the wind, coming from an unknown direction, feels like it's blowing in all directions.

I spent the whole day wandering around. At times, I felt tired and fell asleep on the soft grass. The grass here was lush and green, even near the horizon, under the scorching summer sun. The clouds seemed to cast wider shadows compared to when viewed from the ground… We frolicked, played, and explored everything carefree, forgetting the blades of grass bending under our feet to support us. Grass was everywhere, spilling from the hilltop, following each other up and down. After walking a long distance, we realized how special this hill was. Short slopes interspersed with each other, patches of forest stretching out without any common pattern. When we returned after a long day, each of us had our own image of the hill, because of its fleeting, shimmering appearances, and because of the endless green that made the landscape seem hazy and dreamlike.

As we lay with our heads on the grass, fast asleep, it seemed each of us was dreaming a different dream. Or perhaps we were all dreaming the same dream, under the brilliant twilight. I dreamed of a small house at the foot of the hill. A house with a row of light green wooden fences. Hibiscus flowers fluttering with red eyes. A pristine world awaited there. As if a voice were calling…

I saw her. With her meandering voice, like a small stream. Her eyes, like a valley at night, reflected shimmering phosphorescent shadows. She let her hair down, scooping up cold water. Reflecting the moon. Utter solitude. She left at seventeen… The illness swept her away like a dream. The wildflowers I gathered for her. Infused with the cold moonlight. The wine flask containing the nectar of flowers, buried deep in the earth. The land where she lies lingers with her fragrance through the years. Blending with the breeze along the shore. Where the hibiscus blooms in the silent twilight. Its bright red petals ignite the summer dream. Flowers cascade down a long stretch of forest and hills. As if bidding farewell to her soul at the sea. There is a horizon with shimmering light connecting to the boundless realm. The sun's rays this season merge with my memories of her. The grass remains vibrant green. Under the brilliant twilight light.

On the grassy hill, in summer...

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