So how should I remember you? My dear friend. Those eyes that once looked back, filled with lingering longings, are like willow threads grazing the water in spring; those attachments that cannot be let go, fall heavily on the chest, and are the softest and most reluctant luggage in the backpack for a long journey; and those years that we dare not forget and have traveled together... Perhaps, they will eventually settle in the pages of this book, line by line, page by page, solidified into silent ink marks.
Purpose: A book for you