The Garment of Guardianship

Who is it that keeps appearing in my dreams, calling out again and again, bound to me by the ties of the soul?

Who is it that keeps appearing at the tip of my pen, a hazy silhouette guiding my fingers in circles?

Is it you? No, the sea of people is vast. How am I supposed to find you?

Is it you? No, the world is wide. How am I supposed to meet you?

I turn around suddenly, and there you are, where the lights grow dim.

Oh, so it was you.

Meeting you, I no longer feel sad.

Meeting you, I have no more regrets.

As long as I am with you, all the pain will go away...

(This blurb has nothing to do with the actual story. P.S. My Chinese teacher was a PE teacher, and my writing isn't even as good as an elementary school student's. I've never scored above fifty. Now I've been out of school for N+1 years, so... If you really can't stand it, please bear with me. If you absolutely can't, then... I'll have to wave goodbye through my tears.

I'll miss you all!!!)

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