Bellflowers on the Eaves

This is a collection of essays about "the unnamed time" - when the wind blows, the trembling of the bellflowers is exactly those unspoken thoughts: about farewell and reunion, about silence and understanding, about the shining tenderness that is suddenly encountered in the ordinary day after day. We will eventually hear the flow of time in silence. And these pieces of auspicious light scattered throughout the day are quietly strung together by the bellflowers on the eaves into the poetry of life. It turns out that the so-called daily life is just countless moments that were just ordinary at the time, but have been turned into regrets by the years.