The neon lights of the modern city spread over the bricks and tiles of the old city, and she carefully wrote down the bonds entangled in her heart on the yellowed letter paper. Those memories intertwined with the animation world, those thoughts that have not been expressed verbally, are all hidden in the pauses of the pen tip and the smudge of the ink. From the hot midsummer to the frosty late autumn, from the snowy winter to the blooming late spring, every letter is a whisper across dimensions and a footnote of time that belongs exclusively to her. There are both the warmth and comfort brought by anime characters on the page, as well as the loneliness and loneliness of reality. The emotions are tossed and settled in the pen and ink, like silk soaked in moonlight, gorgeous and lonely. She used letters as a bridge to talk to figures in her memory, and in writing day after day, she salvaged the scattered tenderness and regret, waiting for a reunion that no one knew existed.
