He didn't expect to understand this at the age of 26, nor did he expect to experience this. It can be said that there have been ups and downs in the past few years. To say this is life would be too simplistic, but to say this is not the way to go would inevitably lead to nothingness. Rather than saying that these words are the content of a novel, it is better to admit that this is the path and life he has been experiencing since he was 20 years old. I write it down because I want to share it, but at the same time I want to hide somewhere, covering my ears, afraid that someone will hear me, feeling lonely and looking forward to it. Squatting in the corner and slowly telling this story. It started with an ordinary encounter and ended with an ordinary afternoon. In the years that followed that afternoon, the colors of the world were as unseasonably damp as the weather, lasting. The world is just gatherings and separations, joys and sorrows. I am afraid that I will not be able to wait for the person I want to wait for, and I will not be able to keep the way I should keep. Trying to keep a crown, picking up my soul that was blown away by the past little by little, and piecing together my own appearance. What to do? What will happen?
Concept: Love may be the entire meaning of life, or it may be just the meaning of love itself.