There are so many people in this world, but some encounters are like the last train on the subway - one minute apart, and you can only see each other passing through the glass.
The city is too big.
Some people talk about propriety in the office building, some stay silent at the card table; some hide tenderness in jokes, and some talk about caring as if it doesn't matter. Some people are tough-talking, some are pretending to be stupid, some are sinking soberly, some call love a joke, and some finally understand what they want after missing it. The lights in the convenience store stay on all night, and there is always traffic passing by the window of the rental house. Friends make noisy noises when they get together, but after the party ends, they each return to their own solitude.
This is not a story about "who must love whom".
This is about a group of young people who learn to be lonely when they are most lively and learn to be sober when they are most easily moved. After countless misses, they finally understand: some people appear to make you believe in love; some people leave to give you back to yourself.
There are so many people in this world, traveling back and forth and meeting each other.
Life is not a straight road, but more like a street intersection with lights on late at night - some people approach, some pass by, some stay for a moment, and then disappear around the next corner. Some people left a joke, some people left a hug, some people left a love that had not yet been expressed; some people took away part of her innocence, part of her weakness, and part of her unwillingness.
The so-called growing up probably means slowly piecing together the true self through encounters and farewells.
Intention: The encounter between people is the rewriting of each other's lives. Each person appears in another person's life without leaving any trace. Some people bring love, some bring pain, some bring laughter, and some only stay for a short time, but they change the way you see the world. This book can be written not about "who ultimately belongs to whom", but - how those who have been close to us quietly participated in the process of us becoming ourselves.
