I thought you would always stand there waiting for me, waiting for me to get closer to you step by step.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the days passed by day by day. I thought I was getting closer to you, so I was complacent about it.
It turns out that everything is an illusion and an illusion. We who once seemed to be together have passed each other from the moment we met, and the subsequent intersection was just a momentary illusion.
We have been moving away in our own directions.
Thinking of your figure that I saw from a distance at that time, you had a smile on your face, like a warm luminous body guiding me towards you.
In order to be able to stand by your side earlier and stand side by side with you like a kapok tree, I lowered my head and hurried on as hard as I could, working hard to grow branches upward.
When I thought I was finally qualified to stand by your side, I lost the opportunity to be by your side. You don't know where you went. In the air, your remaining temperature continues to the unknown distance. I, with my limited sense of smell, cannot sense where you are going.
The distance that once seemed within reach turns out to be the end of the world.
Perhaps, in chasing and being chased, waiting and being waited for, we are all tired. I comfort myself that you have been waiting for me.
The wind has been drifting tirelessly from the past we cannot return to the unknown future. It will ask you for me: Are you okay?