bear shadow

The farthest distance is not when you are in front of me but cannot tell you that I love you.Instead, knowing that you are in my heart, I have to distance myself from you.

"Please give me a year to be quiet. If I still haven't appeared in front of you after one year, please completely forget about me."

The handwriting on the note is your coy words, although it is scribbled, it has your taste.You always tell me that this is your style, but I always tell you that these words are ugly, but you don't care.

But now I think these words are beautiful, and my eyes can't do without this note.I don't know how many times I have read every word written on the note, but whenever I see the three words "forget me", my heart hurts like a knife, and the two lines of tears eased like this. Flowing slowly, I don’t know how many minutes I have been looking at these words, or how many hours have passed, my undecided consciousness becomes hazy, and I fall asleep drowsily...

***

In the misty bamboo forest, there was no trace of anyone, no one around, and no sound at all. I kept shouting "Is there anyone here?" into the air, but I didn't get any response.

The white rabbit was running around in the bamboo forest, not knowing why I was chasing it, as if looking for something I had lost.In my dream, I stumbled, I don’t know how many times I fell, and the moment before I caught him, it always disappeared and then appeared in front of me again. What I saw was the scenery I was familiar with, and I looked at the two people in the distance.

The two people under the tree, one leaning on the shoulders of the other, looking at the sunset on the sea level, they were talking happily, but I couldn't hear what they said.

When the sun went down, the surrounding light seemed to be swallowed instantly, and the eyes were pitch black, but what appeared in front of them were those two people lying on the grass, looking at the originally dark sky, not knowing what they were waiting for.

The scene in the dream kept changing in the shallow consciousness of my brain, and the voice of that person kept appearing in my ears, but I couldn't hear what he said clearly, but I just felt the tenderness and consideration of that voice.

In my mind, the last words that came to mind said...

"As long as you still think of me in your heart, then you are where I belong."

***

When I opened my eyes, all I could hear was the ringing doorbell. Looking at the wet pillow, I realized that even in my dream, I was crying too...

The doorbell rang impatiently, interrupting the sigh in my heart, thinking in my heart, who would come to visit at such a time?

"Come! Come!" I yelled at the unopened door while walking

My heart is constantly complaining, who will disturb my restless mood...