There are so many obsessions in the world, and the years are full of joys and sorrows.
I am a scriptor who has lost his memory.
Keeping a small house in Jingxu Lane, a green lamp that always lights up, and a solitary book that has never been opened.
I don't know who I am, I don't know my past, I don't know my way back.
All I know is that in this world, I am waiting quietly——
Waiting for people who come from thousands of time and space, with depressed hearts and full of wind and frost.
They come with delusions, guilt, resentment, and regret.
There are hidden worries that I dare not express in my life, and there are obsessions that I can't let go of for half my life.
I gently rewrite their lives, heal their scars, and resolve their obsessions.
Winter is about sadness, spring is about joy, summer is about separation, and autumn is about unity.
I have heard all the sorrows and joys of the world, and written all the separations and separations of the years.
When you save others, you also save yourself.
Waiting for the ink in my heart to be filled with the dusty solitary book,
I will eventually find myself buried by time,
Make gentle peace with all the past.
[No CPGentle healingUnit storyFateful obsessionSelf-redemption]
Intention: Reconcile with obsessions and embrace the years tenderly