Limited to 500 words I often think: What would my life be like if I hadn't met you? I often laugh: If I can make another choice, I will hold your hand tightly without hesitation, even if I fall into hell again; those purple eyes, how many times have I cried for them and made them red. The dew penetrated my white fingers. Looking up, these hands were once tender as water, once holding a knife and a gun, with no regard for human life. Love, let us hug each other tightly in the dark night, even if it is a dead end. . .