There are no princesses in the princess tombs in Beijing, but my youth was filled with you and me. This is a semi-documentary about girlhood. I originally wanted to revise it, but in the end I decided not to leave it at all. I hope that girls who have the chance to read this story will not blame the author for his clumsiness seven years ago. May you cherish it.
May we never forget the way we came and never be afraid of the way back.
Intention: When the Tangli trees are covered with snow, when will you return?
