Ink-Blue Sails, Pale-Orange Islands

The dark blue sail is actually another name for me. My name is Shi Fan, and my entire youth was inextricably bound up with one girl. Leng Hui: I had a secret crush on her for six whole years!

When I finally summoned the courage to write about the past, what I feared even more was that, as time passed and memories piled up, if I didn't describe what happened, the last memories of it left in my life might eventually dwindle to just a few vivid moments.

I was terrified of losing these precious memories, and afraid I might forget who I was at the beginning. More than anything, I feared that everything about her would sink into the rivers and seas of time. So I decided to write it all down, to remind myself at all times: Never forget why you began, and you can see it through to the end.

If I could travel to only one distant place in my life, I think the dark blue sail would always have been heading toward the pale orange island. But would that pale orange island let the sail dock? Would there be other sails anchored there? I don't know, and I don't dare think about it. For now, let me return to the sail's starting point and take in the beautiful scenery along the way…