"Even if we can't contact each other in the next year, as long as we miss each other..."
His thumbs pressed rapidly on the keyboard of his mobile phone, fighting for the last seconds with the "god of death".
Small black characters popped up on the screen one by one, like grains of sand caught in my eyes.
Within 0.01 Seconds after "Missing" appeared, his thumb pressed the "Send" button without hesitation. Although I already knew that he couldn't see it.
The moment the message was sent, the body heat flew away.
In the empty room, I was in a daze holding my phone...
"Until the last ray of sunset slips down our cheeks, we will be buried with yellow sand."