When the cherry blossoms fell on my shoulders in March, I met Lu Yu.
He wore a clean white shirt and carried a picture folder on his back. His fingertips were stained with the roughness of the wild, and his eyes held the tenderness of the entire mountain.
We sat side by side on the cherry blossom slope, kissed on a rainy night, picked up love shells at the beach, and listened to the legend of the sun shining on the golden mountain at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.
Lu Yu said, we are two parts of one soul.
Lu Yu said, no matter where you are, I will be by your side.
Later, avalanches flooded the mountain, and wind and snow buried all the paths.
I finally understood——
That encounter that started with Sakura was all my fault.
Purpose: Face the dissociative state of mind of depression, analyze the self-trap caused by obsession; explore the life propositions of loneliness, trauma, and self-reconciliation among regrets and tragedies.
