Write this text that can barely be called a novel. What I wrote before was short and dark. In the middle of the night, I can't sleep with my eyes open. But couldn't write a word. Just reflecting, my eyes hurt. Watching movies is from the Republic of China period. At the end of the film, the woman in cheongsam stands on the balcony, waiting for the man she misses, and scatters flower petals.
She said, I live just to wait for you.
My dear, you are alive, what are you waiting for?