I still remember that time, before smartphones became popular, and the thoughts of boys and girls were recorded on notes.
He kept all the notes she passed to him.
In the years when he left, whenever she saw the letter, she wanted to write something, but she couldn't pick up the pen.
What a wish, she knew.
Wish he could see that.
I like you, it's you where I look, it's you when I drop my pen, I hope you know. But I will make my life not only about liking you, but also hope that I will shine in your eyes.
This is a story about a double C who loves love and is as non-love-minded as possible. I hope it can bring a little warmth and some comfort in this noisy and complicated era of love.
I also hope that those lovely female geese who are still ignorant of youth will pursue the beauty that can make themselves shine more, a beauty that can persist in themselves.
Intention: I like you, it's you that I look at, and you're the one that touches my pen. I hope you know. But I will make my life not only about liking you, but also hope that I will shine in your eyes. From the experience of those who have been there, I also hope that everyone will not fall in love prematurely, hold on to the beauty, and leave the touch. It is your fate that will always be remembered and reverberated in the end.