The acquaintance five years ago and the encounter five years later, the gears of time have not worn away the memories. I call you without pronouns, but you often turn around tacitly. There is always a blue face in our lives, who will accompany us until our youth is exhausted, but may not wait until the water flows.
Sometimes it's not that the whirlpool of reality is too narrow, it's just that we don't want to get out of it. This is a novel that starts with an essay. I want to turn the memories into a powerful audio memoir, about you and the scenery you walked through with me and left in the middle.