I hope there will be someone who always stays by another person’s side, like flowers blooming in all their glory in the mountain city, forever engraved in the passage of time. She, he, will become the finest scenery in a person’s life. Everyone’s life is filled with all kinds of stories. We chase after an elusive love, but what is love, really? Though I have so little, I still want to record those memories in my clumsy prose. I think that, at least, will bring me some peace...
