The clouds in the sky are light and soft, and the person in my hand is also light and soft.
He looked at the young man's sleeping face and just touched it gently.
With endless sorrow.
It all ended before he understood it. He didn't even have time to regret, to explore, or even to say "I love you."
It stopped in the early spring of this year, and the gentle young man left without looking back, just like that, without a word of farewell.
I have been really sad recently, so I wrote a short article to explain it.
Mission: Cherish time and people.