A Hundred Years at a Glance, No Longer Hurried

The memory of the “previous life”, in exchange of this life’s obsession.

In the foggy dreamland, she reached out to touch that disappointed figure in white countless times, but only touched snow and ice, chilling to the bone.

Since a glance can last a hundred years, might as well be both drunk and awake.

One-sentence summary: A century-long love poem for her.

Theme: Moving beyond the past, breaking out of the cocoon to be reborn.