It was a piece of parchment. Maybe in the next moment, the letter floating on the wine bottle would be knocked over by the waves. If it was lucky enough to escape being swallowed by a fish or a sea king, it would slowly sink to the deepest part of the sea. In the darkest and vaguest place, sleep quietly, undisturbed by time and space.
Before that, any words or any love attached to it had long been washed away by the sea water. They swayed into the entire sea with the blue and black ink, and gradually merged with it.
Then the sea water will be one billionth of a million times blue.
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