When I met you, I thought it was an ordinary day, the first time I met my readers. When I walked on the moonlight beach, I suddenly realized that everything was already destined, just like the shell that cut the sole of my foot, as if it was waiting for me, but it dedicated a pearl to me. It turns out that meeting you was the beginning of both pain and happiness. I walked carefully and found that there were only a few shells and no more pearls. The second bead is my tears under the moonlight: I miss you.
