Footsteps

Lift one leg, with the sole of the foot facing the ground and the toes pointing forward. Lay down. Snap. Lift the other foot in the same position and put it down again. Snap. The same action was repeated over and over again, and the footsteps in the silence kept ringing perseveringly. A focused and persistent voice, over and over again. In my earlier memories and current dreams, these footsteps are just like the footsteps I keep following, persevering and repeating, digging into my mind and my bones and blood. Just like him, with that kind of strong and unbearable brilliance, from the misty morning through the thick fog, it shines on my body that has been buried in the darkness for a long time, and eats away at my mind inch by inch. I then released everything I had to follow him. From then on, there was only unwillingness and following in life. The one who lives on the moon. I am willing to spend my whole life seeking you.