I fell in love with my brother, my cousin, the son of my father's cousin. But, to me, he is an unreachable and gentle God.
God gave me a dream, a beautiful but vain dream, like bubbles, sweet, brilliant, beautiful but fragile.
Bubbles that fly too high will burst, people will wake up at dawn, and so will dreams. I woke up from the dream, it's time for me to wake up too...
[This article is Su Hanyue's first perspective]
Intention: Letting go quietly is also a kind of love