I had another dream about you.
You held my hand and walked in the deserted mountains.
The area below my knees was covered with large and small gashes and was bleeding profusely.
I smiled and followed you without hesitation.
I can't remember what kind of expression you were wearing, because it was a dream, so it was blurry.
In the dream we were so close, I could even imagine your warm skin.
But apart from dreams, we are much further away than strangers.
The blade cut towards the pulse, and the moment before leaving, I murmured your name: "Su Qiao."
Su Qiao, Su Qiao, Su, Qiao,...
Su Qiao, the words that hurt my heart the most in the world are just the words "The song ends and we can never go back."