I thought I would continue to live like this, drifting in this world forever, without emotions or communication, and living alone like this. Unexpectedly, I met him, that person as clear and beautiful as a stream. He saw me, he walked into me, and he tried to hug me. In order to catch me, he walked step by step towards the swamp. I thought about letting him go, but I was being hypocritical. What the story said about giving up your true love for your true love is an act of escaping in itself. In the end, I was all bruised and my relationship was in vain. How could I do this? I obviously love him so much. Maybe I should bravely climb out along the hand he stretched out, believing that he could hold me and not be dragged down.
He spoke very little and always just looked at me with a smile and listened to me. One time I told him, "In this world, for me, many things have become extravagant hopes. Why do you have to wade through muddy waters repeatedly and make yourself exhausted?" He smiled, "No one has ever told me that extravagant hopes cannot be realized. For me, the place where you are is the place I yearn for. Where is the muddy water?" "Why do you want me to leave you so many times? You clearly long for me in your heart. What I want has always been you." He turned his back to me, and the wind blew the hair on his forehead. Yes, he is so dazzling, why should I insist on pursuing the untouchable sun in the sky? There is such a shining existence beside me. I only want him, and I only want to be with him in this life...