Where is the end of the world? Where is the peach blossom garden that I have imagined countless times? Where am I? And where are you?
Questions are like bubbles hidden in my heart, rising from the deepest part of my memory, rising little by little, breaking little by little, until in the end, I forget myself and you, but I remember the countless beautiful feelings I once had in a corner of my memory that I can't remember.
It's as if we have been here from the beginning, somewhere in this world, losing little by little everything that belongs to us and everything we once had.