When a person reaches middle age, all decency is a shell and all silence is an answer.
We compromise in the assembly line workplace, live alone in a partnership-style marriage,
I spent half my life looking for someone who understands me,
But I finally learned to move within a sense of proportion and return to responsibility.
The wind has passed, the coffee has cooled down, and people are awake.
This is the growth and ordinary life that every ordinary person must go through.
The tacit understanding between adults ends with propriety and is hidden for the rest of life.
The lights are always on in Shenzhen's office buildings, and the coffee for professionals goes from piping hot to cold.
Thirty-five-year-old Zhou Jin is trapped between work and marriage, and thirty-year-old Shen Luo is wandering on the edge between work and family.
They are each other's only soul resonance, the brief moonlight in the secular discipline,
Across the walls of marriage, career boundaries, and moral shackles,
Don't dare to cross the line, can't bear to say goodbye, and finally learn to live with regrets and reconcile with the ordinary.
There is no vigorous entanglement, only the silent desolation and sober redemption of middle-aged people.
Like a cup of American food that is getting colder, it hides half of the workplace where you can't help yourself;
Like a passing evening breeze, it blows through the loneliness that no one knows about the years of marriage.
Purpose: After spending half my life looking for someone who understands me, I finally learned to move within a sense of proportion and return to responsibility. Across the walls of marriage, career boundaries, and moral shackles, I dare not cross the line and cannot bear to say goodbye. I finally learn to coexist with regrets and reconcile with the ordinary. There is no vigorous entanglement, only the silent desolation and sober redemption of middle-aged people. It's like a cup of American wine that is getting colder, hiding half of your life in the workplace where you can't help yourself; like a passing evening breeze, blowing through the loneliness that no one knows about in the years of marriage.