This is a novel that Han Jiang wrote hard on white paper. It is 63 memories about all white things.
Bai is the child who is as fair and beautiful as a half-moon cake.
Bai is a white butterfly lying beside the reeds with its wings folded.
White is the ten thousand pieces of snow falling from the sky quietly and without sadness or joy.
White is the passage of time in the pale light.
White is all the memories I have experienced in my life.
White is a fragile and beautiful thing that disappears in an instant.
Shiro is a person who was once dead or destroyed, who perseveres in rebuilding himself on top of the blackened wreckage, and therefore remains a new person to this day.
White is the white water vapor exhaled from the nasal cavity, which is the evidence that we are alive; it is our life, a miracle spread in the void in a white and clear form.
White is the white spark burning in the darkness, the immortal faith.
I believe that if you believe that you will not be destroyed, you will not be destroyed.
