Words... Are just paintings.
It's raining.
Raindrops sprinkle on my drawings and dye on your paper.
It melted away and was gone.
You told me,
Life is a huge encounter. How rare it is that I met myself among the people who came to the banquet.
I want to say, me too.
I can't interact with the whole world, and I can't talk to God. I only have you, my good friend.
I know that if I were a mushroom, curled up in the corner, and someone would squat next to me holding an umbrella, then that person must be you.
I can bear the loss of my lover, but I cannot bear the loneliness of losing my soulmate and the abandonment of the world.
So please don't tell me you love me. If I hear you, we can never talk about it again.
Can't laugh anymore.
If you say you love me, I will run away from you and never look back.
I think I will be a cat and you are a fish. I have a scale in my heart. If I eat you, I will be sentenced.
Ten thousand years in prison, giving me loneliness as punishment.
I would never be able to speak again, I would gradually become mute.
The mute cat, quietly watching the fish that admired him swimming in the glass tank, was sentenced to a life-long sentence of silence.