She flew to Iceland with a skateboard and a notebook
The aurora broke into green rain above her head, and only the sound of wind accompanied her as she rushed down the highway.
Everywhere she went, she said something to the camera with a calm tone, as if she was sending a voice message to someone who wouldn't reply.
She said, I want to write a novel and let him be the second male lead
That was the last time they spoke
Many years later, someone asked her why the second male lead was not him.
She thought for a while and said——
Some people are not destined to be the protagonist of the story, but they are the reason why the story begins
This is a story about loss and remembrance
About the words that were left unsaid, the promises that were not fulfilled, and the hands that were not held in time
About one person leaving, the other person is still standing there, living the remaining days as a long farewell
Make a wish at the age of sixteen and fulfill it at the age of thirty
When I was sixteen, I thought there were still many tomorrows. When I was thirty, I found that every tomorrow was being lost.
She wrote him into the book and made him come alive again in the words and never leave again
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"When the sunflower learns to grow with its back to the sun, its sun falls in the midsummer without morning fog."
HE? BE? Please use your tears to judge for yourself
