Seeing each other for the first time, the cardamom years and the coming of age
She is twelve and he is twenty-five
He stayed with her for ten years, the most beautiful years
She resisted in the end and seemed to be running away, trying to drift away.
This is a story about catching love and escaping the chase
This is also a story about choosing to be open to the bitter end.
This is a story about a man and a woman
At the age of 16, she told herself:
The shoulder collar is covered with large amounts of fluff, running clumsily from one end to the other.
If we happen to pass by and stay there, it will be another warm winter.
At the age of 18, she told herself:
I want to fry a large shark at home, break off the fins, remove the bones, and then boil it at high temperature.
If there are still people who are willing to pay tribute, they must not taste that fishy smell.
At the age of 22, she told herself:
I haven't been back for a long time, and I can't even go back. I remember the past, even if it was a windy day or a poisonous sun.
If it had gone well, it would have been a better place, but it's a pity that many perspectives are stuck in places they shouldn't be.