As usual, I have a cup of latte in the morning and practice pulling a big white heart at the same time. Failed again. I'll post it on Moments to record it. A friend said in the comment section that it looked like a heart-shaped balloon. On closer inspection, it really looks like it, like a heart about to drift away.
In fact, we are always like this, constantly in direct confrontation with “loss” : it's the sweet dream that slips away in the morning, the umbrella scattered by the crowd at the subway gate, and also a heart that is held in the chest and still wants to “escape” to take a look ”. TA is as light as an unspoken word, leaving with the help of “ideals”. So we clasped our feet, reached out our hands, and grabbed this heart with all our might. I don't want him/her to fly away, and I'm also afraid that he/she will gradually wither away in the mundane.
In the end, you no longer tried to hold on.
I just hope that TA will take me along and float to the place with light...
