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……”