Where Are You, Ethan?
The most painful thing in life isn't being unable to love, but dying apart, separated by yin and yang, with no news. You are our exclusive angel; losing you would dim the entire galaxy, and even the sun would lose its light. All things in the world would fall into a slumber.
Where are you, Ethan? Are you in the cold Golden Mountain? Your imposing figure now resides in this tiny space, what a cruel reality. It's the last, most authentic memory you leave to the world.
But I refuse to believe you're here. You shouldn't have reached the paradise you've extended to my entire life. But where is paradise? I ask the heavens, and the heavens are silent. I ask the earth, and the earth speaks no words. So I let out a long howl to the sky, turning my tears into wine, singing with it, not asking about the length of my life, but I can never find the answer.
