I have been saving candy wrappers for eighteen years, thinking I could exchange them for the sweetest candy.
Only later did I realize that some people were just passing by your display window.
I folded my youth into a paper crane and stuffed it into a drifting bottle.
Not to wait for you to look back, but to reconcile with myself before meeting the next dawn.
Ps: The new long ancient poem "Brother's Wife" is currently half-finished and will be available to everyone on September 27th. Just because I am encountering too many things and have many thoughts, I plan to write a short story like this.
Intention: Love yourself well
