I want to crush you into pieces and hold you close,
close my eyes and feel you there.
Coming into this world is nothing but a body made of a handful of dust freshly fallen from the earth.
So why can't we do as we please?
Great as I am, I don't want to make things difficult for this imperfect world.
I let go.
With you as the stars, scattered here and there, the night of muddy darkness became holy points of light.
I stand at the end, feeling the warmth you left behind.
My lips murmur tired old cliches.
After struggling, little me is no more than fodder for a blade of grass.
You, scattered among the stars, can also become a light for ordinary people.
Selfishly, I could quietly steal one away and be a despised thief, and still feel joy.
What belongs to me, I'll hide away, in a ramshackle hut in the no-man's-land.
What remains should be returned to him.
Why, after all, should you and I have come here?
If someone asked Manzhou one day what love was, she would surely say she didn't know. But she knew that the dining table and the lamp would wait for her to come home late, and that her own lamp would stay lit all night for her.
"Manzhou, I want to eat spicy blood curd stew tonight."
"I don't know how to make it."
"I know. I'm doing it on purpose, to give you a hard time."
"I can learn." Manzhou closed her laptop and gently drew her into her arms on the sofa. "How about I make you a serving of salty tomato and egg soup too?"
In life, we make mistakes and lose what we want, then get what we want and fail to cherish it.
"Not getting what you want isn't necessarily a regret."
Walk down the streets, pass through the alleys. A bright moon hangs over the rooftops, and the lights in a thousand homes are you.
I'm new to writing, so this may be long-winded, and I might not manage the pacing well. The story will mostly be told in separate sections, so please bear with me. I'll write whatever comes to mind.
Theme: We're all lucky in the midst of misfortune.
