Waiting for GL

Either a man, or a woman, or an animal, or a plant, We are all waiting, waiting for a fate that we don't know what it is to come. Birds wait for the wind to blow. The desert awaits the rainy season. The recruits are waiting for their return date. ──Excerpt, Chen Qingyou, "This is Not a Love Story". A very simple rhythm, the rhythm of love, is somewhat incredible, but its traces cannot be erased. A touch of penetration, a touch of interpretation, everything is a touch of waiting.