Sitting at my computer desk, I looked at the fragments of the sea that I took during my previous trip: rough waves, rustling sea breeze, soft sand, blue sky … I like this vastness, this endless feeling and this soft sand. So my thoughts are immersed in the sea, and my mind is full of memories that keep flashing ... But life is always casual, and at this moment, the next video is automatically played.

There is only one hand in the picture, which is my hand. The background is no longer the sea, but the dead yellow sand. My mind began to flash that fragment: I was holding a mobile phone in one hand and a handful of sand in the other. When I hold it tighter and tighter, the sand keeps passing through the gaps between my fingers. In the end, there was not much sand left for me to catch. There is a sneer at the corners of the mouth, and at the same time it is indifferent and helpless. At this moment, I stared at the screen that had stopped quietly, and then I closed my eyes ... I seemed to laugh like that at that time. ...

Some people, some things, we have, but life is not an endless sea, which can hold countless sands. Life may be as big as the palm of your hand, so there is only so much we can grasp. No matter how hard you struggle, the tighter you grasp, the more you pass through your fingers. In this way, the fine sand passed through the tiny cracks. Can't stay, can't let go, can only add sadness to the shrinking memory. Those are memories, floating in the past, when it landed on the beach, no one, no one can get it back. But this disappearance is inevitable. Naturally, it looks like the autumn wind sweeping away leaves, and no one can stop it. Maybe, it should have been like this … I remember why I laughed like that, that sad smile …

It's not that I want too much, but that life gives too little.

Since you can't stay, why don't you let go? But why are there gaps between fingers?

Facing the gap in life, I smiled bleak but calmly, and slowly loosened my clenched hand. It's time to let go ... let it go.

The sea breeze is cool, the sky is blue and the sea is cold. I put my hand into the sea, and the fine sand is in my hand. I wanted to go with the flow at the bottom of the sea, but it backfired. Everything is still in my hands, and nothing has passed away. Life is always so casual … maybe, I forgot … the gap between the sand. When the sea fills it up, the gap in life is contained by emotions like water. What we have is no longer just the palm of our hand, but the sea, which can hold all rivers and devour the sun and the moon. Its vastness and its capacity are immeasurable. ...

Because the sea is seamless. ...