A Century of Melancholy

Glaze is fragile, and young people grow old easily. There is a piece of smooth jade hidden in Ruoli's name, but fate has turned him into a piece of dusty glass, reflecting the wetness and gloom of his entire youth. He met the first beam of light in the starry sea called "Light Encounter", but fled in panic under the starlight of Chinese Valentine's Day; he clumsily caught the warmth delivered by reality, and finally strangled love with a rope called "care". When the sea breeze from the north and the sycamore leaves of Nanjing became a thing of the past, he thought he had learned to change, but under the sunset of the school sports meeting, he stood frozen in the shadow of the pavilion pillar again - looking at the girl cosplayed as Da Qiao, standing on the small bridge ten steps away, her smile dyed in the dusk. One step, two steps, three steps... He had counted the distance of his heartbeat, but he could never count the moment when he mustered up the courage. Some disciples were not born for him, and some were destined to stand on the edge of the light and use all their strength to imagine what it would be like to be illuminated. This is a story about how a coward encounters light again and again. It is the eternal darkness of the white cat head, the heavy weight of the word "disgusting" in the ear, the emptiness of the 800-meter finish line where no one is waiting, and the dusk by the pond where words are hesitant. All the regrets are as silent as the pebbles at the bottom of the deep blue water, while above the water, the sycamore leaves fall and grow again, and youth whizzes by, never stopping for anyone. Welcome to the rainy season called "One Hundred Years of Melancholy". There are no miracles here, only real misses, real painful growth, and a reflection of yourself that may allow you to see a certain moment.