Blue is the color of the sea of flowers deep in Wangyou Mountain, the silent tenderness on the painting paper, and the frozen lake in the eyes.
The other shore is the root system that is separated by the wall but cannot be approached. It is the yesterday that cannot be turned back after crossing the ocean, and it is also the tomorrow that we still want to reach despite the pain.
That winter, she met someone she shouldn't have met. Two streams that were not supposed to meet met quietly at the corner of fate. From then on, a youth about secrets, bonds and farewells began silently.
Some people come into your life not to stay, but to teach you how to move on.
Perhaps everyone has his own blue shore in his life. It doesn't have to be reached, it just needs to remind you of how hard you have lived, hurt, and loved at a certain moment when you look back. When the snowflakes fall and the fog disperses, those irreparable regrets will eventually become a quiet lake deep in the soul - no longer roiling, but never drying up.
Intention: All losses are the boat to the other side.