There Will Always Be a Talented Man Rushing Toward the River

I mean,

I want you to stand in the sunlight, clean and untainted.

I'll carry your love for me,

wait for the water to fill my chest,

then secretly shed a tear for you,

which will disappear into the water without a trace.

Because no matter what, there is always a talented young man running toward the river.

(I'm a terrible writer, so don't criticize me. Just read it for fun.)

Theme: A sudden idea that came to me.