About a Tibetan boy who cannot speak Tibetan. About those unnamed closeness and unexplainable nights in a boarding school.
Goodwill unknowingly blends into selfishness, and the desire for protection quietly slides into possession; when the protagonist reaches out to others for help, he glimpses the unfamiliar throbbing in his heart for the first time.
This is not a story about finding answers, but a youthful confession full of confusion: Who am I? What is this bond? After repeated questioning, there was no answer, and the emotions were hidden in school uniforms, old pillowcases, and cracks in the walls.
Many things on my mind have not been spoken out, and the ambiguity can only touch my fingertips in the darkness after the lights are turned off. This is a letter to adolescence, dedicated to all the hazy emotions and growth scars that cannot be categorized or expressed.
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Purpose: Focus on the identity confusion and hazy emotions of adolescence among ethnic minority teenagers, explore the undefined love, self-recognition and silent redemption during growth, record the restrained and heavy mutual bonds between teenagers, and write about the unique regrets and confusion of youth.