What I like about him is very simple. I like his tender, blue eyes, which are light and calm;
I thought my happiness was easy, just firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and hops.
I never thought that one day I would sail across the rivers and lakes just to forget his eyes;
I never thought that one day I would kill the world just for his old dream.
I think of that story and how he asked me at the end, will you wait for me?
I want to tell him that I am waiting just to see you, but I can also wait for thousands of years.