The cold fog in the Gulf of Alaska persists all year round, and this frozen bay never waits for the lost.
He is responsible for a secret lurking mission. He hides a shady and transgressive impulse despite his stable brotherhood in the eyes of others. The undercover identity is a shackle bound in the flesh and blood, and the entanglement in the dark lies between the two.
They once watched the ebb and flow of the tide side by side, hiding their love in every moment of their lives, thinking that they would be able to wait and be together after surviving the darkness. But in the end, I realized that fate had already written the ending of separation.
All those who have not confessed their innocence, endured tenderness, and risked their lives have all sunk into the cold deep sea. The mountains and seas are vast for the rest of their lives, and only one person is left. The whole story is the ultimate BE, and there is no happy ending.
Purpose: To pay tribute to the nameless latent workers who persevere silently in the darkness, to write about the taboo fetters of restraint under the shackles of identity, to describe the involuntary fateful separation, and to interpret the ultimate regret and BE aesthetics hidden in the mist of the deep sea, where one cannot get what he wants.