A pocket watch, a man who has been waiting for a hundred years
Grandpa is dead. The pocket watch is a relic.
There is a line of words engraved on the cover of the watch, like nails scratching it out one by one.
The man who came to repair the watch was named Cang Jue. He said he was Grandpa's friend. He said he would help me.
But his eyes were like dry wells, deep and cold.
On the day Abo died, he stood high and glanced at me. There was no pity in that look, only the fatigue of someone who had been there.
Later I learned that he had been waiting for this day for a hundred years.
And I am the answer he has been waiting for a hundred years.
"Time doesn't heal everything. Time just gets you used to the pain."
"I decide my time."
Intention: Facing the coercion of fate, choose self-dominance; find the light of humanity in the ruins of time.
