When we were ignorant, we made many mistakes and did many childish things, just because we liked...
When I was seventeen, I just wanted to be needed and cared about. When I talked a lot of nonsense, someone could listen patiently.
As a teenager, I didn't know what love was. I only knew that I dreamed of you last night. I woke up in the middle of the night and was very hungry. I saw a plate of strawberries on the table. I picked one up and put it in my mouth. I thought of you before I picked the best one and traveled thousands of miles just to let you taste this deliciousness...
In fact, the meaning of all encounters is like fireworks that pass by in an instant. A beam of light rises into the sky, blooms at the highest point, shining brightly. The moment of light briefly illuminates each other, leaving only embers on the ground. Witnessing the beauty of that moment and watching it slowly disappear. Maybe after some time, you will still think of the fireworks, and the aftertaste only exists in the moment of rendezvous.
The story of this book is both the end and the beginning for the author. It is the testimony of the silent and long years she spent alone, and the unspoken confession she left for those fireworks...
Intention: If we met later, would the outcome be different...