"My character is like clouds and fog, visible but dissipated in all directions."
These words are written to the wind, to the night, and to those emotions that never return. There are no fierce confessions, nor raging sadness, just some moments of whispering, quietly settling in the gaps of daily life. They are about longing and loss. They are a small piece of warmth left behind when time passes through the body gently. Each article is about me quietly looking at the side face of life when a certain "if" does not happen.
Intention: Try to capture delicate emotions with minimalist language, and write about the slight fluctuations and silent emotions in the gaps of daily life. We do not pursue grand propositions, but only want to leave a quiet corner for those inner moments that have not been listened to.