Dear Snail,
I still remember that day.The sun was indifferent, the grass
was unaware, and I…I sat on you.I can still hear the
crunch, like a sad melody that never fades.That day was
supposed to be like any other, but it wasn’t.
I’ve tried to move on, but your memory lingers, a reminder
of fragility.I’ve spent countless nights thinking
about it.If snails had hospitals, I’d have carried you
there myself.
Wherever you are, know that you’re not
forgotten……”