"Things around like a book forgotten on a bench, wind is its readers."

"Things around like a book forgotten on a bench, wind is its readers."—— Simon van booy

What a lonely person sees is always lonely. When Hannah was searching for the bird man, all the scenes around are separated away. Even if they are amazing, but for her, she is only the forggotten part of the beautiful scenes.

Her little brother's death made her and her family under the cloud of sorrow and guilty. Life goes too fast, "but we people left behind still have thousands of unspoken words not to say. We have so much to say, but we are silent like a mouth full of cotton, so that we can't say any words. Until we are ready to say speak, the only thing we can do is to keep silent silence." The simple facts are not so easy to accept be accepted, but point out sharply through simply pierce the heart. We are not able to save restore the things we missed, so just can only watch the memory torturing the heart that is longing for to be blamed. That might make self relieve a bit more.  so that it might bring a bit more relief.

Here is a part of my Chinese comment of a book called Love Begins in Winter written by Simon van booy

“周围的事物就像一本被遗忘在长椅上的书，风是它的读者。” —— 西蒙·范·布伊

　　寂寞的人看每一处都是寂寞的。当汉娜在公园里寻找养鸟人的时候，一切景色都孤立在那里，哪怕它们是美丽的，而她之于这美丽之外，是被遗忘的那部分。她弟弟的死亡给她和她的家庭带来的是不断的忧伤和自责。生命转瞬即逝，“可我们这些被遗忘在后面的人还有千言万语没有说。我们要说的是那么多，沉默就好像满嘴塞满棉花那样叫我们无法开口——可等到能够开口的时候，我们所能做的就是保持沉默。” 简单的事实往往无法接受，可就是能一针见血地刺进自己的内心。无力挽回那些错过的，只能眼睁睁看着回忆一次又一次折磨自己那颗亟待被谴责的心，兴许这样才可以让自己宽慰一些。