At two o'clock in the morning, I reluctantly got up from the bed and retched in the sink, my eyes and mouth full of soreness. The biting cold air spread quickly from the soles of my feet to my whole body, as if all my blood was frozen. The cool autumn breeze blew up the blue curtains, and the moonlight shone through the window slits on the white nightgown. I raised my head and looked at myself in the mirror. Suddenly, tears streamed down my face. At this time, I, like the mermaid princess abandoned by the prince, turned into white foam, crying alone over the blue ocean.
I thought it was time to write down this story, no, record it. Because the record makes people feel more profound.
It is strangely beautiful, solemn, and holy, and has nothing to do with history, politics, or even ethics. It is a dream of love that is exhausting.