Drum Roll! March On!

When did I come up with the idea of ​​writing this story? Perhaps it is to fill the gap in time and add sustenance to the idle years; it is also to fulfill a promise engraved on the wish book nine years ago and to settle a long-standing worry; or perhaps it is the endless longing for the past years in my heart. Yearning - those people and things that stir people's hearts and make them passionate, always make me long to transcend the barriers of time and space and witness the moments when history is made. Just like the world in the ordinary world, they will always recall the sincerity and bravery of medieval knights. What really drives me to write is the three silhouettes that linger in my mind: the sunset melting gold, a warrior holding a sword, and a running figure. I have weaved countless plots for this purpose, unfolding the beginning of the story in flashbacks, but I also know that I may not be able to reach the end of the story. This obsession may originate from a few paintings, a few sceneries, a few paragraphs of text, or it may just be a throbbing that quietly surges in my heart while reading the book. I am poor at words, so I only use these few words to record this original intention, just like leaving a shallow mark on the title page of time.