South Multiplied by North

In the worlds of Fang Yibei and Cheng Xiaonan, one name after another appeared, weaving together and tangling up, coming and going from north to south, their paths unpredictable. Before the light in our eyes went out, after the stars fell from the sky, youth was like a ceaselessly rushing river, sweeping all our vigor and haste onward. It left you and me, bewildered, on the opposite bank, only realizing long after the fact what had happened. So, amid these scattered fragments of the story, the dampness in our eyes, the flutter of our hearts, and every feeling revealed became all the more precious. Do you still remember the feeling of sunlight slipping through your fingers for the first time, softly scattering across your pupils?