The House Of Longing For People

In a person's lifetime, there should be at least two impulses: one for a love that is reckless and all-consuming, and another for a journey taken on a whim. When the impulsiveness and passion of youth fade away, those wild times often become our most cherished memories of youth

I am reluctant to go too far, yet I do not dare to get too close. The distance here is just right, and it faces the open sea. Sometimes I stand at the cape and look out, always feeling that he is just beyond the sea, merely out of the reach of my sight

A solitary journey to a subtropical island composes a love song. In a quaint seaside town with a rich cultural heritage, two strangers from different backgrounds, three years of solitary waiting, a long-distance pursuit... Are you still waiting for that person you miss? Are you still searching for the meaning of love? Perhaps one day, you will suddenly realize that waiting is not so long after all

Hey, I really miss you

I do not know where you are right now

我生活在思念你的房子里

How can one know if they have fallen in love with someone? Cai Manxin asked her friend He Luo.

The love that comes unexpectedly makes you foolish, clumsy, and timid. He Luo said: Being beside him, you dare not breathe and speak incoherently, completely unlike your true self

Cai Manxin breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had not lost his sense of self; he believed he would not in the future. Nothing is more important than the self.

Sooner or later, He Luopo said dismissively, I have said this before. But when love has not yet arrived, any words are mere empty talk

迟早

In June, a sudden rain fell from the clear sky, arriving too quickly for Cai, leaving him completely unprepared.

Without commitment, there is no betrayal; without a beginning, there is no end

Unaware of the origin, unaware of the destination

There is no past, no future, I have forgotten who I am

Closing my eyes, that moment fleeting, all past dreams are but dust in the wind, the same old song, like raindrops merging into the endless sea; we shatter into powder, merely dust in the wind