Tuo De
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Contains: Surreal, unscientific and non-human love. Note: All rituals, beliefs and fantasy contents are fabricated and do not have any realistic significance or innuendo. Please do not imitate them.
No matter winter or summer, I always sit by the window. My world is made of mountains and clouds. Sometimes drizzle falls on the eaves, and I can't bear to blame it, because it goes through such a majestic mountain and I can't cross it.
I thought my whole life would be spent between mountains and clouds like this.
I thought that life might have a different meaning.
But what could it be? I can't imagine it.
If you ask me what I want, I will say, please love me.
The only thing I long for in the world is the lack I can't fill by myself. But in the end, it became a permanent shortcoming.
I can't imagine what it feels like when others are hugging each other either happily or in pain.
The relationship between people is like a blur between mountains and clouds.
I sat by the window and stretched out my hand to reach it. That's so far away that I can't even imagine it.
Until one day, when I woke up, I shed tears. My tears slowly flowed down my face bit by bit, as if I was overwhelmed.
I do not understand.
Tears fell down and I had no choice but to look up. Little by little, I raised my head.
I saw you. You stand before me.
What did you say? Oh, you tell me that my life has come to an end and you can take me away.
But you don't know, at that time, I suddenly understood.
The chaos between the mountains and the clouds, my heart when the rain comes, the imagination beyond my imagination.
Those are the two words written on the last page of my life.
Heartbeat.
Intention: The rebirth of love
