Deep sake

I thought it was like a dream.

This dream is long and long, and it is as old as an oil lamp that has been placed in the attic for a long time. It has long since lost its light, and only the burnt wax remains.I struggled in the nightmare, its fragments still bound me, and brought me down, stunned, trapped, unable to extricate myself.

I can't wake up again.

After a long time, my mother said, "I'd rather you find a man to take you home than die alone."

Alone forever?

I never told her what happened during that period of teaching support. That day, I was bleeding headed, holding a wooden box and driving home alone for a day and a night. When she saw me, I couldn't say anything, so I cried.I didn't even tell her what was in the wooden box next to the bed in the room.

That is my personal secret.

Inside is my lover, the other half of my soul.

I will forever carry the souls of both, comforting each other in memory.

If you are bound here, you will never be alone.

THE END