夏至 [17] / [17]
<The hall of love>
My dear, when did you come into my hall?
And when did I enter your hall?
The hall of us
is the hall of love reflected in an antique custom.
My dear, close your eyes lightly like a doe
And I will level off my tangled hair like a lion.
Our love was nothing but a muted expression.
Youthhood!
Before the scorching fire on the sacred candlestick extinguishes,
my dear, dart off towards the front door.
Before the darkness and wind crash onto our windows,
I will disappear afar through the backdoor
with embracing eternal love
Now
there's a homely lake in the forest for you
and for me, there's a rugged mountain chain.
He savored, with a feeling of melting warmth, the difference between the present and past, when he wrote the text. He didn't put his phone on silent mode because he didn't know when Cynthia would call or message him. He was thinking of her aunt whom he’d never met.
He wasn’t sure it was the right decision not to leave with her because she dissuaded him. He read the writing he just wrote down again. His heart ached with the idea that he made for her the burden of dealing with everything alone.