The rising sun in the early morning was at the same level as the sea level. The seawater was afraid of receding against the rocks and exposing the traces she had left behind. He looked at the lighthouse on the other side, hoping that the next time the seawater rose, it would still be able to guide it.
From casual encounters to acquaintances, everything follows God's will, thinking that this is fate, but there is fate but no destiny. God makes people play tricks, and lovers cannot eventually get married.
Waiting for the tide to recede for the last time, the lighthouse will no longer illuminate the direction for it, but he will stop here and miss it forever.
Intention: a decisive tomorrow