I once picked up a beam of light and gave it back to the sun at sunset. I knew it was not my light, but for a moment, it did shine on me. I just felt its warmth. To be honest, I was really reluctant to give it back to the sun. The moment I touched it, I found that I could not live without it. What a pity. I can only mention you with regret.
Intention: My beloved, I will pray for you.