Mountains and seas:
Memories are like a wall covered with photos, and time is the dust that falls on it.
I have liked you for a long, long time, so long that I thought it would be difficult to think of you again. I thought I would be rummaging around like I was doing in a utility room, and I found a dusty photo in an inconspicuous corner or on the pages of a book.
How I wish I could mention your memories so calmly, openly and calmly, but the fact is that everything about you is so clear and distinct, wrapped in my turbulent emotions, like a wound that is difficult to heal, I dare not touch and it is difficult to forget.
On the night I told your story, I dreamed of you again. Those suppressed mixed emotions were like waves and rain. When I woke up, I just felt wet... Like a dog that had fallen into the water, I thought to myself, not without ridicule.
The faint morning light penetrated the dense curtains of my bed, and it was now five o'clock in the morning.
I miss you.
Huaxi
Intention: secret love, courage