I always think of Chen Yi every foggy morning, the sea fog on the shoulders of his navy blue uniform, the warmth of the sea salt wrapped in his palms, and the surging waves behind him when he stood on the deck of a warship waving, splitting the sky in half. One half was the dark blue he insisted on, and the other half was the gray and white that I saw through. Our love set off in the midsummer sea breeze, wrapped in vows and longings, and walked for a whole year. I thought that as long as I waited, I would be able to wait for his return ship to dock with me for the rest of my life. However, I did not expect that the rocks of reality were hidden under the deep sea, and quietly shattered all expectations, leaving only a ship full of broken dreams, floating in the years, never able to reach the shore again.
