I am willing to travel through 11,000 years of time to find you, just for the oath you left in the wind for tens of thousands of years - duckweed in life and smoke in death, and I hate that I will never see you again.
I am willing to spend thousands of years waiting for you, just for the trace you leave in my heart - a teardrop that cannot be wiped out.
When I was sorting things out a few days ago, I suddenly found a short story that I adapted from my dream a long time ago. I sorted it out and put it up.
Intention: