It was already 3 o'clock in the evening. Standing on the deck, you could vaguely see the white mist rising in the distance and the coming dawn. The night seems to be leaving. Even though there are still bright stars in the sky and a romantic atmosphere floating on the sea, they are all dimming little by little with the arrival of dawn.
The noisy night on Ruoda's yacht has now been completely lost in the wanton sea breeze. What's left is just a lonely silence.
The wanton sea breeze blew the corners of my clothes, as if they were about to peel off from my body. I smiled bitterly, it doesn't matter, it doesn't belong to me, why should I keep it. He gently took off the black cloth on his body and watched him fly into the distant sea with the wind.
If I could think like this black cloth, would everything be over? . . . . . .
Suddenly I discovered that the sea breeze at three o'clock was also very cold. Although it was not bone-chilling, it was still unforgettable. It's just that my heart seems to have nothing left to bear on it. . . . . . Thinking about it, I looked at the railing not far away and wondered if the sea water below was colder than the sea breeze. . . . . . I closed my eyes, let my body feel, and slowly groped towards the top of the ship. Are we there? When he opened his eyes, the railings were already in sight. The distance of seven steps was not far, but not very close either. So, he lifted his feet and continued to walk slowly in the final direction.