They say that people will spend their whole lives haunted by the things they couldn’t have when they were young. When they grow up and try to make up for it, they find that no matter what they do, something is missing. All they can do is let go.
As a famous poem puts it: “I’d buy osmanthus blossoms and bring wine along, but it would never be like those carefree days of youth.”
Perhaps regret is called regret because it can never be undone.
What kind of story will unfold when an ordinary man who has struggled at the bottom of society enters this magical continent, carrying his regrets?
