Understood. This time all plots and events are completely removed, leaving only emotions and images.
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What you pick up is a collection woven from broken sounds. I have walked through too many people's eyes with "I" - there are choked boys, women with clenched fists, and strangers who are always in a daze at dusk. Every "I" has practiced smiling in front of the mirror, but failed to fool the pillow late at night. We are scattered in different chapters, each holding a light that refuses to be extinguished. What was left unsaid, unheld, and unavailable became thin creases on the paper. This book does not show you how the wound tears, but only lets you listen to the itchy silence when it heals. If the world is destined to have regrets, may these words give us a good place for those voices that have not been cried out. After reading, you will find that the deepest pain turns out to be transparent, like the breath of winter on the glass, which briefly blurred the world before dissipating.
