Year After Year, Unremembered

A short, bittersweet story with a realistic setting

"When she saw him, she became very, very small, so small she sank into the dust. But she was happy inside, and flowers bloomed from the dust."

(---Zhang Ailing)

*Growing up at seventeen or eighteen isn't easy. Calling it an older woman-younger man romance is just a convenient tag. Even when writing about reality, a layer of idealism still gets draped over it. No one can describe reality as it truly is.*

Theme: Always stay positive and optimistic