Her life is an overly sober love letter to the world.
When she was four years old, her mother disappeared into the rain alley with her suitcase. From that moment on, "farewell" became the only language she used to understand love. She has senses that are different from ordinary people: she can hear colors, see smells, and catch the traces of dust dancing in the morning light amidst the roar of war. This talent allowed her to write "Life is a gorgeous robe" and also allowed her to see early on that everyone has hidden lice under the robe.
This book uses the writing style of a novel to reproduce the key coordinates on her spiritual map: the "cold-eyed" survival skills tempered by the war in Hong Kong; the alluring love that made her "low in the dust" but unable to bloom; and the silent battle of isolation from the world in her later years, using absolute order to fight against the chaos in her heart.
What we are trying to gaze at is not a legendary anecdote, but an epic story of how an extremely sensitive soul used words as weapons to deal with, reconcile with, and finally complete himself in a rough world.
