Four gusts of wind

One day, a gray-haired old man moved a stool and sat in front of the door to watch the sunset. He saw many familiar faces appearing in the sky in the distance. People whom he had not contacted for a long time slowly walked towards him with familiar smiling faces, reaching out their hands as if patting his shoulders, but their hands were far away from him. The girl he once admired was standing next to him in a fiery red school uniform. She still looked young, and her smile seemed to dye half the sky red, although he knew that it was caused by the setting sun. Several best friends wearing flaming red school uniforms rode a motorcycle in front of him, smiling and shouting his nickname, a nickname that only a few best friends knew, calling on him to follow him, even though it was already difficult for him to move. The younger aunt held her sister in her arms and stood in front of the sunset and waved to him. Behind her were her younger uncle, older brother, parents, several other uncles, and grandfather. Of course, there was also that girl, whom he had talked about everything but hadn't contacted for a long time. She walked up to him, touched his old face with her white and clean hands, and opened and closed her mouth as if she was saying something. , but he can no longer see clearly or hear...