"My Exchange Life"
A delivery boy, a rescue team member. Two orphans, two worlds, a kind of loneliness.
Because of a contract, the two souls exchanged
During the day, he wore someone else's back armor to save people in the seventy-degree ash soil area.
At night, he was delivering food in someone else's work clothes in an urban village at 37 degrees Celsius.
The only connection is the bridge in my dreams every night.
Under the bridge are the stars, and on the bridge are them.
They agreed: come every year for three years.
But he didn't know that every crack on the back armor was paid for with his life.
This is not a love story.
It was two lonely people who saw themselves in each other's eyes.
It is the two-way salvation of "being remembered" and "being needed".
It is the dead who have become stars and are still watching them.
Someone asked you: "Will you come again next year?"
You said, "Come every year."
There are countless parallel worlds in the universe, but there is only one bridge that can make two lonely souls a home for each other.
