What I cannot forget, just as I cannot remember.
The tangle of not being able to pick it up and not being able to put it down entangled my heart. So long...
It is said that "the city is under siege" when people inside want to get out and people outside want to get in.
But what about the people on both sides of the sea? These two continents face each other across the sea. At that time, you traveled westward. Now, are you willing to travel eastward and go home?
"Everything you can't reach is called a distant place, and a place you can't go back to is called home..." - Humming this tune, the sadness in my heart resonates with the poem written by Jiaxuan thousands of years ago.
If our story is about those wanderers on the other side of the ocean, if our opening chapter is as simple as my words: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a valley in the mountain, and there was a migrant worker in the valley telling stories..."