This is a story about a loved one drifting away from you.
The past seems very heavy, as heavy as wet cotton; yet so light, so light that only a sigh remains.
Memories are far away, like a gust of wind that drifts and disappears in the blink of an eye; thoughts are like dark clouds, always weighing heavily in my heart.
Those days that are either like gravel or like pearls, after being polished over and over again, tiny pieces of light shine in the pain; just like your eyes, just like your eyes.
In the endless time difference and in the vast wilderness, I touched it again and again in my heart.
When you are moving forward, I am retreating; when you are retreating, I am moving forward.
In the end, I was trapped there, and a part of you remained there - trapped in a cocoon, at a loss, but with nowhere to escape.
If all reunions will lead to parting, then why is this encounter an eternity that cannot be abandoned?
If fate places our trajectories into two intersecting lines that are destined to converge but drift apart, then how should I deal with it?
I don't know, and I have no way of knowing;
All I know is that this is a story about us, a story that only belongs to us.
From the northeast to the mountain city, from the past to the future, I hope that the existence of this book can bring some healing to you and me.
Intention: take it with you and move forward.