People always trap love in relationships, expecting a look or spending a lifetime with one person. You said that love should not be like this. Love should be willing to wish you happiness from a distance even if you never meet. So I watched you board the ship to the other side of the world from a distance, for your ideal and our ideal. In the season when the wind chimes blocked the sky, the sea breeze sent you away, leaving me with a yellowed photo album and a journey that never ends. You were buried in that sea, the sea you loved so much, the sea I hated, our sea.
Intention: I want to write about a kind of love that has nothing to do with anything, a kind of love that doesn't matter how you understand it.