Yun Jie, all memories are moist, just like the morning mist, the summer evening breeze, and the sea water in the intertidal zone. But the rich water vapor forms in strands, a thick cocoon, wrapping those so-called memories. Every time I think of you, I have to cross the water vapor, just like walking on the waves, looking for your figure in the mist.
Purpose: To commemorate an old friend