My name is Li Yu, and I come from the wilderness. I can't remember how many years I have lived, nor do I know the meaning of my existence. I am wandering around in this world like a lonely ghost, but I am not a lonely ghost.
The endless years passed slowly and leisurely. Immortality is actually not good at all. What I hope most is to grow old with the person I like, but the cruel thing is that I can only watch them grow old and there is nothing I can do. I could never finish telling those beautiful or sad stories in a hundred years.
Who can understand the loneliness of God?