He is hot on the outside and cold on the inside; he is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He always looked at the figure in front of him, which seemed far away; his peripheral vision always stayed on him behind him, quietly slowing down, waiting for him to get closer. He is always chasing his shadow, and he is always waiting for him to catch up. He wished he could stop and hold him, but he wouldn't turn around. So tired, so tired, but unwilling to give up. How can we give up halfway when we are so close?
Chasing the shadow, just to hug its owner. I will never give up, I will always be behind you and be the one chasing shadows.