To my ocean,
The White Tower asked me to write some last words. It’s not difficult at all. We are used to writing it, before every mission. The letters amount to near half a kilogram. So I decided not to do it this time.
I would like to write you a love letter, instead.
But when I write it down, I found myself started to get nervous unexpectedly.
Dong, only you are my tension, only you are my crush. I feel naked, I feel armed, only the moment that the thought of you strikes me.
We cannot ensure future, even cannot tell who are fortunate to appreciate tomorrow’s sun. But at the moment, I love you, with all my heart, and with no reason. Yes, with no reason. Not from my instinct, nor from our battle. Even though I am the most ordinary fish with tiniest meaning, I thirst for your ocean at the first sight.
Dong, my dear, your soul is what I yearn for.
If death destine to do us part, please engrave on your mind - every time you call me by my name, my Basilosaurus will fall from vastest sky to your deepest grand blue, with the sound of my beating heart.
That is my answer.
With my highest respect,