If there is an afterlife, this is love.

In the past, people would start harvesting in April,
lying atop high haystacks, laughing.
I walked through the golden wheat fields
to sing to the scarecrow,
waiting for the sunset. The wind blew past, and
you passed by a small town called "Me."
Just then, the snow on the rooftops melted into rain and fell.
You wore transparent clothes
and sang to me alone,
all my favorite songs.
We went to the lakeside on the vast grassland
to wait for the migratory birds to return
. When we both grew up, we had a baby.
He would grow up and go far away, and we would each go our separate ways.
I wrote you letters, but you didn't reply.
So be it.

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