1917, Passchendaele, Western Front. As a translator for the British army, Cambridge linguistics student Lyle Ashworth's daily job was to translate letters from the German army - letters from mother to her son, letters from wife to husband, and letters from the dead to the living.
Then the fog came.
A German soldier who called himself Adrian came out of the fog and sat across from his interpreter's corner. He said they had met in Heidelberg and said, "When the war is over, we will meet by the river." Lyle doesn't remember him.
But Lyle began to translate things that shouldn't be translated—the weight of a name, the temperature of I'm thinking about you, the grammar of love.
Eighteen translation concepts, eighteen chapters of echo, from literal translation to speechless, he will eventually discover: some words cannot be translated, some people cannot be forgotten, and some love can only exist in the echo of bomb craters.
Concept: On the ruins of war, memory is the final translation and love is the only original text.