Sleep

I'm afraid it's too late I want to hold you until you feel your wrinkles There are traces of time Until I am sure you are real Until I lose my strength For you I am willing I can't even move, but I still have to watch you. Until you feel your hairline There are traces of white snow until the vision becomes blurry Until I can't breathe Let us be inseparable If I can give up the whole world At least I still have you, worthy of my cherishing And you being here is the miracle of life "Shen Xiangbei, I am Dou Yimo." "Shen Xiangbei, I'm here." "Shen Xiangbei, don't cry." "Shen Xiangbei, I love you." Dou Yimo, I love you too, can you hear me? And he was lying on the made bed, his empty hands caressing his lover's increasingly gray temples, and this was the end.