We really think that time can make us forget everything, that we can be powerful enough to selectively delete parts of our memories. Just when we are confident that the dust has settled, a dream, an encounter, and a lost mood will wake us up from our naive fantasy. In fact, those lost things never go far, they always lie quietly in the dark room deep in our hearts, that corner that we never touch...
"Left Hand Side, Right Side" was originally just a thick diary. Later, a girl said that instead of letting the past gather dust and let the diary sit quietly in the corner, it is better to string it together into a story. So, I interspersed a few seemingly invisible characters into it to interpret the joys, sorrows and joys of the past...