When I was seventeen, a meteor fell.
She lived a long, long time.
She was loved by the prince and burned by him.
Raising a boy has been waiting for him all his life.
I met a girl and watched her die in my arms.
Many, many…
She has seen too many people.
Some are gentle, some are proud, some are silly, and some talk little.
Some people died, some lived, and some waited all their lives.
Finally she returns to the moment of her birth.
I heard my father say: "Call me Zhi Zhi."
Purpose: Love and companionship are the power to heal everything. I hope everyone who has been hurt can be treated with tenderness and find their own destination.