Sometimes, in a daze, I still see that figure. Sitting on the balcony with the curtains open, the stereotyped silhouette cast by the moonlight, the white shirt and the hotel curtains are intertwined, like a portrait left there. Subconsciously, I have the urge to light a cigarette for her, but I feel so distant and alienated, even though her body temperature has not completely dissipated. That person is the island in the middle of the lake, and he is the boat that can never go ashore and sail to the sea.
Intention: Love and Self