In a daze, the fog has been lingering around me for a long time.
You and I have been groping each other in the hazy, with unseen bumps under our feet, and an inextricable mist before our eyes. We have taken every step carefully, for fear of falling into the unknown abyss. Until an unexpected moment, there was a glimmer of light when the eyes met - it turned out that there was not only one person in this foggy depth.
You come with a body as bright as the sun, like the first ray of light that penetrates the clouds at dawn, dispelling the dampness and coldness around me; and I also want to be your star when you walk through the dark night, and give you a little gentle light when you occasionally feel tired.
We walked side by side through thick thorns, and those sharp thorns tore through our clothes, leaving marks of varying depths, but we never let go of each other's hands. Your warmth has ironed out the coldness in my palms, and my firmness has stabilized your occasional swaying, like two clusters of interdependent flames, warming each other in the wind and rain, burning more and more.
The fog gradually dispersed, and the thorns became the scenery behind us. The road ahead finally spreads out under the sky, carrying the mark that belongs to us - the magnanimity you walked on, and the silence I walked on. There is no need to say it or look back, just know that the long years to come will be a smooth journey with you.
Intention: Break through the secular perspective and move forward side by side.