The author's collection of short stories in recent years contains thoughts on the universe, human nature, philosophy, and life, as well as discussions on worldview, values, and outlook on life.
I often think about what I am pursuing, what I love, and why I am driven to complete my studies. I feel that those things have long been below my ideological level. Maybe I can do what I like, but what should I like? Someone? Something? Perhaps writing is the comfort of my soul. In this lonely night without stars, I have lost my direction. The North Star seems to be hidden, like my dream buried in snow.
How sad, I feel like I am standing in a house, an empty house, vast and deathly lonely. I was scared. I wanted to look for someone who was willing to stay with me forever, but there was no one. I once believed in undying love, but now, I can only taste loneliness and unbearable torture alone.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
