Ten years of dreams, separated by a piece of paper.
How many decades are there in a person's life? And at the age of eighteen, the most beautiful year, I fell into a decade-long dream of a world with lovers, friends, and enemies. When time passed and old friends left, it was time for me to call time on this illusory but extremely real world.
What is left behind are only stories, and what is taken away are memories.
——To "Fantasy Journey to the West", it's like a dream, and I've been here for ten years.