When a young man passes away, what he leaves behind is not a legacy, but a piece of recording, two diaries, and a silent truth.
He spent thirty days slowly losing his breathing, swallowing, and light in his right eye, but he never lost the eyes of an observer - he saw his family's transformation from performative care to calculation, saw how family affection deteriorated little by little in a desperate situation, and also saw a strange girl become his last witness.
This is a story about death, but it tells the story of how to live.
About those unspoken words, those loves that dare not look directly, those dignity that still stand upright despite the collapse of the body. About us we will eventually lose each other, and we will eventually learn the truth through loss.
Opening this book, you will hear the sound of the waves, and hidden in the sound of the waves is the last record of a life.
Then you remember someone you loved but never really understood.
