Dust Dance

She squinted her eyes to look at the fine dust in the air. The sunlight was clear and the dust shimmered with seven colors. This is what we are like, she said. Some people say that chasing stars is just a grand secret love, just like dust and the sun. The sun is scorching, and a grain of dust will not get the slightest favor from the sun even if it burns itself completely. Therefore, her love is hopeless and cannot get any response. It's like walking alone in an endless corridor, an empty corridor, the light in front of it is illusory happiness, knowing that you will never be able to step in, but blindly thinking that you are getting closer in your heart, until your footsteps gradually become dull and heavy, and you die of fatigue. Even so, I have no regrets. He is like a cat. A cat-like man is sensitive and has the ability to protect himself, but he will inevitably show aggression at times. The appearance is very charming, seducing the heart and soul of women, but pretending to be innocent, and the state of detachment is the easiest way for people to stay curious and obsessed with it. He is a mystery, waiting to be explored, excavated, cut open layer by layer, until you reach the deepest part, and finally fall in love with him uncontrollably. She knows that this is a losing game of love, and she will fall into the abyss if she is not careful. Each of us is like a tiny speck of dust, fighting to the death against fate.