It is said that a man chases a woman, separated by a mountain, and a woman chases a man, separated by a gauze. The mountain is sad and the gauze is so torn. Do you know that this veil in front of me is like quicksand?
It takes a long time to climb over mountains and ridges. And this quicksand, after finally getting very close to you, got stuck in it, but you couldn't move.
Let alone get any closer.
I look at you from a distance but can't do anything because I have to keep breathing so that I can open my eyes and see you.
The real me is in this quicksand, unseen, and even turning a blind eye makes me laugh.
I would rather sink deeper and deeper slowly, rather than stretch out my hand and give someone a hand on the shore. This love is not quicksand in the hand that can follow the fingers.
They spread one after another, but I fell deeply into it as if I was deeply in your arms. The feeling of almost suffocation was like you surrounding me tightly.
Watching you cry, watching you laugh, watching your hand never reach out to me.
Maybe next tomorrow, next season, or next life, see you again.
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