Dandelion and Castle

At that time, she only saw black and white. The black ones are the endless black soil at the feet of dandelions in the past, and the white ones are the rows of white castles in the French Concession. An ethereal voice asked: "Are you willing to keep this memory?" For a long while, no one answered it. Then, she heard her own voice saying: "Don't keep things that don't belong to me in the first place." If it doesn't belong to me, then don't keep it... Don't keep it... Ok... …