I wrote this in May this year, when I was at my most chaotic. Fortunately, I still had this book with me. At that time, it and the Gentle Seven Stars were all my beliefs. Feelings are like the wind, they pass by easily, but it hurts when I say these words. After writing it, I put it in the box. In August, it left China with me. It was very good, just let him stay with me so lonely for the rest of my life. Have no choice.