Wedge
"I want to dominate the world, will you accompany me?" He asked, holding his hand tightly at the top of the cliff.
"My pleasure." The person next to him smiled, gentle and beautiful, leaning on his shoulder.
"I want you to accompany me." It was still the same majestic voice from the top of the cliff.
"But I don't want it." He shook off his hand and left as if running away.
He raised his hand and looked directly into his eyes. After so many days, it felt like a lifetime ago. The warmth in the palm of my hand is still there, my beloved is still there, and I can't let go of my attachment. Who can I talk to?
Love, is it still there? At the end of the world, he looked at the sky with a wry smile.