To sum it up in one sentence: "Secret love is a person's chaos."
I always feel that I am a wind that never stops, but I am just a lame tree with legs. After meeting him, I longed to plunge into the earth, but he was like a wave.
Plunging into the waves, the sea water is very salty and occasionally makes people cry.
The mermaid in the story walks on the shore on a knife blade. I think I am also willing to soak in the sea and let the sea water corrode my feet - who makes me willing to anchor for him.
But I forgot that the waves would not stop, or in other words, they were unwilling to stop for me. So I can only keep walking. Fortunately, my feet are still willing to walk with me.
I can only keep walking, with no destination, the only direction is forward. I cannot and do not want to forget him. He has become a burl on my branches.
When the wind blows, the burl becomes heavy. But okay, I can bear it. When I first soaked in the sea water, I was already used to this heaviness.
But on a moonlit night, I have to rest on a moonlit night. Then the moonlight became the blade of a knife, and the tree tumors were cut open piece by piece. It turns out that tears are saltier than sea water.
September grows into tree burls - once the wind and moon shine, the sky will last forever.
Purpose: Cherish the people around you