Since ten years ago, the middle finger and index finger of my right hand have been itching like crazy, beating almost all the time to remind me of my crazy and disorderly heartbeat at a certain moment. I had to use my left hand to hold my right wrist tightly while sleeping, and press it and my entire left shoulder to the cold ground to calm their unwilling cries.
But what I can't calm down is my own heart.
I want to go to Changbai Mountain, go on an appointment, find someone, and find a memory. No matter what the outcome is, I admit it.