To burn down the candles of life…, only to fight for “a place of one’s own”.

Love and dreams are both amazing things that you don’t need to hear, neither listen, nor have them translated in order to feel them.

Other than the silhouette of his silent back as you walk behind him, what else can you remember about your father?

Father: “Mei, can you see me?”
Daughter: “Of course.”
Father: “The ocean is so deep, how can you see?”
Daughter: “I watch, and watch, and keep watching… then I can.”

Just parking the car for a night, what can possibly happen?

Tears, they are the appreciation of life, signifying the acceptance of mistakes.