In the hazy moonlight, the boat fluctuated with the current. He was dressed in white, just like when we first met. The fog was so thick that I could hardly see his face clearly.
He hugged me, his warm and soft hands caressing the ends of my hair, white flowers twinkling in his eyes.
I asked him what happened?
He said the sand was blinding him.
Thinking about it now, he knew then that that would be our final outcome!
Intention: If you love him, don't hurt him