Have you ever been obsessed with some good things from the past?
The beauty of the past lies in its beautiful freeze-frame. No external movement can shake it anymore. Its beauty is peaceful, eternal, and irreversible.
The only eternity in the world is memories.
In fact, all meetings and partings are a humble moment in time. Sometimes I suddenly look back and find that some of the marks you left behind were quietly buried by the fallen leaves.
This is a story about me. About my time buried by fallen leaves, those faces forgotten by the end of the world, and the road I am walking under my feet that I have ignored.
My name is Wei Mian.