I thought I could read you slowly in the long years to come, just like flipping through a thick book of Song poetry. Every word and every sentence made me understand it with my heart. Now, I know that I no longer have enough time to understand you, and I have not even seen your appearance, so I can imagine you at will in the dark night. At the beginning, I was full of confidence and believed that we would be able to "cut the candle to the west window". Reality has turned this beautiful wish into an eternal dream, leaving it to you. Emotions are like sand in your hands. When you watch it fall from your fingers, all that remains is the feeling of it existing in your hands.
