"It's like morning dew, it's going to be more painful every day."
What is collected here are all stories that must evaporate before sunrise.
They are an encounter in a summer shower, a letter sent in late autumn but never received a reply, the most splendid fireworks we have seen side by side, and the burning ashes in our palms after the fireworks dissipate.
Every drop of dew has completely reflected a world and had its own morning light. Just like them in the story, they had truly lived, suffered, and believed deeply before fate took back this gift.
I would like to dedicate this collection to all the morning dew that knows it is short-lived but still chooses to condense.
Because it is fragile, it shines brightly.
Intention: to condense the most perfect world, and then return it to eternity at sunrise.