Lonely Camphor Trees Beneath the Rain

“Let’s part ways and start over somewhere far away from each other.”

“What does it mean to be far away? A year ago, I spent two hours on the phone in London just to tell you in Beijing to eat on time. Back then, we were so close, so close. But now, when our calls don’t even last a minute, I’ve realized that our worlds have long since lost each other. You’re at the edge of the world, and I’m at its darkest, most desolate corner.”

“I naively thought I’d found fate once again. Who knew it would turn into another cycle of reincarnation?”