"I've known him since I was born, and if I die at twenty-seven, I've known him for twenty-seven years. If I die at eighty, I've known him for eighty years."
The first person Song Yun saw when she opened her eyes was Su Yuning. He spent the first twelve years of his life getting close to him, and spent the rest of his life loving him without knowing how long it would last.
That night on the beach, he turned his head and looked at Su Yuning's face, thinking that his short life could be spent like this, if Su Yuning had not suddenly disappeared that evening. When we saw him again, he was wearing a police uniform, and his clothes were splattered with blood.
"Go back."
"I can't go back, you go back."
We couldn't wait for dawn. On the seaside under the clear night sky, the moonlight also took a detour, refusing to shine into his eyes before he could close them.
Just bury the blood and tears, and take away the laughter and singing.
I'm still here, please take me away too.
This is not a story about redemption, and not everyone can be saved.
This story is about a cat, a sea, and two powerless men.
Intention: Helplessness under the influence of fate.
