"Hello, I want to send a letter. To my lover from a hundred years ago."
In the fifteenth year of the Republic of China, I met a person. He always seems to be extra busy. Every time I see him, he is in a different place. What remains unchanged is that he always seems to be looking for something.
Snowflakes were falling, and I couldn't see his face clearly. I could only vaguely hear him saying that someone was still waiting for him.
Motto: Life is precious.