The wind blowing through the sky in June, frozen in the air. The pain and the sand off dull roof. Fester like virus spread, powder corrosion mountains, replacement of marine, dry vegetation.

Women lonely sitting on a small stool, on the fingertips of cigarette almost burning to its fingers. Obesity like death engulfed the woman's body, together with the wind shaking the broken bench. Women like a stone, standing in the desolate crossroads, fat from the face of a woman, can not see it in the eyes, together with its nose and mouth, a woman's ears like a weather vane swinging in the wind. Gray hair scattered on the ground, occasionally will sweep the dust of the earth.

The little cottage in the woman with black smoke, the July lit flammable weeds, hot black cottage.

The woman got up from the bench, I pulled out a cigarette from where. It is hard to move through their huts, fire, a Flame cigarette butts, white smoke around the woman.

It's dragging with fat body into the hut.

The black wind, spread the lonely women.

......

A battered truck drove by the fire. Not far away, the truck stopped. A man walked out from the car.

The Yellow t-shirt. White shorts, the old one and 1/2 pairs of slippers. Gray hair, face old.

The man is fat, fat to only see his eyes.

A pair of eyes at the age of 22, young eyes.

The man looked at the fire, her eyes full of tears.