What if one day the person you love the most wakes up, looks at you and asks, "Who are you?"
Ji Yichen spent 18 years carving Mu Yu's name into every texture of his life - from the six-year-old boy holding a ball in the alley, to his first kiss in the snow in high school, to his lover in a rented house in Beijing. He thought this would be forever.
Until Mu Yu started to get lost on familiar street corners, until he forgot what he said yesterday, until he picked up the paintbrush but could no longer draw the smiling face of the sun. Until that ordinary afternoon, he looked at Ji Yichen with unfamiliar eyes and calmly asked the words that made the world collapse: "Who are you?"
From that moment on, Ji Yichen became a lonely night watchman. He repeats "I am your lover" to those who wake up every morning. He uses sticky notes all over the house to fight against the devouring of forgetfulness. He swallows every "rerecognition" of his lover alone. This was a war destined to fail, but he chose to fight to the end - because that was Mu Yu.
"Let... Me... Die..."
When Mu Yu, who had been tortured to the extreme by her illness, said these three words with the remaining clarity, Ji Yichen's world was completely torn in half. On the one hand, there is love and reluctance engraved in the bones and blood, and on the other hand, there is the despair of loving someone who is worse than death. What can he do? What should he do?
This is a story about love and forgetfulness. When memories are erased bit by bit by disease, when all the good things will eventually turn into nothingness, how can that love prove its existence? That lost figure on a rainy day, that letter filled with suicide notes, that last appointment under the cherry blossom tree that witnessed their first kiss - "He just forgot the way home first, I'm going to pick him up now."
If you have ever been afraid of losing, if you have ever loved so deeply that you are afraid of forgetting, this story will be like a dull knife, slowly and deeply cutting through the softest place in your heart.
The cherry blossoms bloom every year, but the people under the trees will never grow old.
I would like to dedicate this article to all those who have loved deeply, are deeply in love, and are afraid of losing.
Concept: True love is not about remembering, but about still choosing to love even if you are forgotten.