Summer Solstice of the Thirty-Eighth Year

The coir grass is growing horizontally and the sky is clear in the evening. Half of the city is colored with willows and half of it sounds like a flute. It is in vain to turn green wax into red jade. The whole house is dressed and no one remembers each other. I don't remember everything, I just remember you saying: Take me to Taipei at the summer solstice in the 38th year. But I waited for a long time, a long time, but you didn't come. And I can't wait for you either... There is intention, but there is no power. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.