After a thousand warehouses and hundreds of holes, until I was scarred, until the song ended with grace, but we ended up regretfully. Later, I came back, but you were no longer here. You said you had been waiting for me for a long time and you were tired.
I had just recovered from a serious illness. I got up very early that day. I walked to the window and opened the curtains. I just wanted to see the long-lost sunshine, but miraculously I saw you, standing there, leaning against the car door, hands in pockets, head lowered, more dazzling than the morning sun. I didn't even bother to put on my shoes, turned around and ran towards you, sixth floor, third floor. Floor, first floor, I opened the door and ran to you. We should have hugged each other tightly, but you just looked at me in surprise, and I didn't see a trace of joy in your eyes. My strength suddenly disappeared. I had no strength to take a step closer, waiting for you to hug me with a smile. You walked towards me, but I suddenly woke up again...