We originally came from mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, but in the end we were still limited to the kitchen and love day and night. Zhou Ye, Chu Fang, Qian Ai, we are just like these three people, living in this mediocre life like shit, imprisoned by trivial things, social rules, and lingering love, and are haggard and anxious for it.
My body is filled with love that is about to burst out, and there is an emptiness in my chest that has been lonely for half a life that needs to be filled. I don't care about gains and losses, and I desperately want to live a strong life. I have no time to guess what love is. Betrayal, departure, regret, and inferiority are poured into the youth that passes by in a hurry.
When we no longer resist loneliness and no longer wait, the destined reunion after a long absence slowly appears. You are still in the dim light, reading thousands of sails, and you are still a young man when you return. Our eyes stretch out slow and thick tentacles, growing on their own, and gradually the branches and leaves become prosperous and cannot be peeled off.