I picked up a wet boy on the side of the road.
When I first saw him, he looked like he had been exposed to heavy rain for seven days and seven nights, and his whole body smelled musty.
His eyes were red, and his pupils were filled with tears, like endless pools of water.
He stared at me blankly.
My heart seems to be entangled in the wild algae in the pond.
Intention: Don't miss those who love you