Elijah Smith curled his lips in a slow smile, motioning for them to continue, then silently walked to the side to the rooftop. He looked up at the distant blue sky and fluffy white clouds, his eyes blinking softly. After a moment, he went downstairs, got in his car, and left.
The road was still very congested, so he turned on the radio.
Playing was a classic old song from May Day.
"The thing I fear the most is the sudden silence of the air, the sudden concern of friends, the sudden rolling memories that cause incessant pain, the sudden news of you."
"If thoughts could make a sound, I don't wish for it to be tears of sadness. At this point, I finally let myself belong to me. Only tears can no longer fool myself."
"Suddenly, I really miss you, where are you? Are you happy or feeling wronged? Suddenly, I really miss you, suddenly sharp memories, suddenly blurred eyes."
In a moment, Elijah Smith looked somewhat frozen.