I am a dog. When I was a child, I was crying for food and love. If someone reached out to me, I would raise my neck and rub his palm, leaving my breath on him.
I am a dog. When I was young and strong, I was full of love. When he raised his hand, I could not wait to lick it, making his scent of mine stronger. I wanted to vent all my love on the person I loved, but I tried my best to restrain myself and did not dare to exceed the rules. I carefully suppressed this love, which was complicated and throbbing.
I am a dog. When I was abandoned by the one I love, I grew back thorns and wandered in this endless time. When he raised his hand again, I would rush forward desperately and grab his wrist, tear him into his belly, and penetrate deep into his bones. I wanted him to belong only to me.
Intention: If there is a next life, let me be your puppy.