Dust will drift with the wind, wandering indefinitely. Nowhere is its home. It's autumn in Shanghai. I stood on the breezy street, looking at the young lovers passing by, the stall owners worrying about their livelihood, the aunts walking, and the pedestrians looking in a hurry. I thought my decision might have been wrong from the beginning. Just like dust, like duckweed, I don't know what the future will be like. I only hope that the sky will light up soon when the moon comes every night, let it light up soon. I also dreamed of a god who would guide me and tell me whether I should wait aimlessly. It's dark in front of me, will the sky still light up? The reality is not as beautiful as imagined. Let me share some stories, mine and others. I am lingering in this world, looking forward to the dust settling. The day should be bright soon...
Intention: Life is not what you want, but I hope that in the book, I can become myself in my imagination.