Who made the lines in the palm of my hand, affecting my future life and this life, making me stumble in my dream and unable to wake up, craving for a moment of tenderness.
I don't remember how to describe my state of mind at that time. I only had one thought, and that was to stay. Almost paranoid.
After waking up, I felt inexplicable heartache.
I don't know, I don't even know.
I only know that I am willing to take my son's hand to see the beautiful scenery of the world together, pick the flowers on the other side with a smile, and never miss any time again.
I wish to grow old together with my son.