How do people meet?
It's such a big world, so many people are like the sand on the seashore. Why are there just two people like this?
I always can't help but think that there must be some inevitability other than chance. Even if it is not now, but in another afternoon, we will definitely meet you in another way. You will sit next to me again and I will look at you. The smell of tobacco on your body fills your lungs, and my hair brushes against the tip of your nose, which becomes increasingly clear as it fades. In the dry summer, it lingers with the memory of the smell.
The sand is carried to the sea by the waves, and the irresistible water rushes forward, falling into the boundless and endless cold sea, and will never return to the shore one day. Just like when a person walks forward, the wind blows his hair back, blowing away the bitterness of the clouds at the tip of his nose, and also blowing away the bitterness in his eyes that didn't have time to fall, making them dry and painful.
Intention: reality