The only one I have ever loved is you.
The days are like fine sand passing through the fingers, turning into the sunshine in front of the window bit by bit, inch by inch, the faint light, where is it forgotten?
Light and shadow,
disillusioned,
As soon as I stretched out my hand, it was already another light year.
What exactly is the light and shadow that we can grasp?
A winding curve grows on the palm of the hand. Baili Moyan, tell me, what is it that we are holding on to?
People in my memories came and went, and eventually they became a small window in my life. When the ribs under my left chest started to hurt, I was shocked to realize that some people were gone and never looked back. Only then did I realize that in the beginning, all the people who were so close to me turned into the distance. The dust of my memory was covered by the small window, so I started to cry, heartbroken, and the pain was unbearable.
Tell me, what is it that I am holding on to?