In the wide waters and endless ocean, 52 Hz whales are swimming around. Where is its home? In the clouds, on land or under the sea where no light is visible.
——"Brother, I miss you."
——"Well, brother took you home."
No, I don't want to go home, I just want to go where you are.
In this smokeless relationship, they all turned into 52 Hz whales, whining alone in the uninhabited waters, confused and lonely.
They are each other's last straw, which cannot break the camel's back, nor can it lead to salvation.
No logic, no writing. You can read whatever you want, and I can write whatever you want.
Intention: secular