Oak and Rose

Seventeen-year-old Karen guarded her father's watch shop and the old bookstore on the corner. Her days were as regular as a pendulum, with no waves or expectations. He didn't know what he was waiting for. Sixteen-year-old Liana has just moved to this quiet border town. She was used to waiting for others, used to not being a trouble to others, and used to hiding her words deeply. She met him in a bookstore. From then on, there was one more person's footsteps in the evening breeze every day. This is a story about loneliness and tenderness, waiting and rushing. Some people pass by your door and only borrow a book; some people open the door and never leave. Seventeen-year-old Karen guarded her father's watch shop and the old bookstore on the corner. Her days were as regular as a pendulum, with no waves or expectations. He didn't know what he was waiting for. Sixteen-year-old Liana has just moved to this quiet border town. She was used to waiting for others, used to not being a trouble to others, and used to hiding her words deeply. She met him in a bookstore. From then on, there was one more person's footsteps in the evening breeze every day. This is a story about loneliness and tenderness, waiting and rushing. Some people pass by your door and only borrow a book; some people open the door and never leave.