The right fate, the wrong turn

Many times, I’m not sure why I stayed in this city.

After meeting him, I stayed, for him!

Before I stayed, I was always alone.

Like lonely raindrops, falling into the crowd, lost and directionless.

Then I met him…

I have always firmly believed that this is a kind of fate, a fate that has been cultivated over a thousand years.

But how long will this fate last? Is it just a fleeting moment, or will it last a lifetime?

I cook and do laundry for him every day…

I started this ordinary life as a housewife, but I’m very happy.

These are things I’ve always longed for.

For his beloved, his fingers became rough, his hair turned completely white…

This is a kind of ordinary happiness.

But happiness is always just out of reach.

Like an eel, it slips through your fingers in the blink of an eye. Gently, with a slight pain, it slips away.

Listen closely, and you can hear the wind rushing past you, and the leaves falling silently from the trees, carrying a sense of sorrow.

The mundane details of ordinary days led to our inexplicable arguments.

Hurtful words spoken in moments of excitement.

Emotions are like an invisible thread, fragile and easily broken.

With a gentle tug, it broke. A thousand-year-old bond slipped through their fingers just like that.

I’ve decided to leave this city!

No luggage.

If one comes into emptiness, can one also leave into emptiness?

How can I let go of those shared memories?

He burned all the writings, which were the words he had always encouraged me to keep writing.

But it’s meaningless now!

In fact, words have always been a wound in my heart, an invisible and unfathomable wound.

He just never saw it.

He resumed his wandering journey.

Drifting endlessly, constantly turning back and forth in every city full of allure and stories.

I started having dreams constantly, both day and night.

I keep having dreams.

The same dream, I lost it, lost it…

Where is it? I can’t find it anymore!

In my dream, I kept crying and sobbing, desperately calling his name.

Her voice went hoarse, and in the end it turned into whispered, murmuring sobs.

But he couldn’t hear it anymore, he could no longer hear it!

A person, curled up in the corner of the bedroom.

His eyes were empty and forlorn as he stared blankly at the pale white walls around him.

Slowly, I saw his face and those clear eyes.

Yes, it’s those eyes that I miss so much.

I reached out my hand, wanting to grab it, wanting to tell him to start over.

But what you touch is a cold wall, chilling and disheartening.

That face, too, gradually faded into the distance in the drizzle… and finally disappeared.

Many years later,

I still find myself reminiscing about the days I spent with him in some corner of the city.

Over and over again, I think of you, filled with regret and sorrow.

Finally, it lingers in the deepest part of my memory.

The right connection, the wrong turn.

This torturous relationship—if it doesn’t rain, let the sun shine!