The indescribable longings are all melted into the lingering water.
Your retreat may become a sharp edge, or it may become my courage to make a desperate move.
That year the lights were wrong,
The smoke around your lips contains romance and creates its own scenery.
I'm looking at you, and I'm looking at myself.
Short stories, teachers and students.
Intention: The older ones deliberately avoid it, while the younger ones fly into the flames like moths.