This photo was taken on my 16th birthday. That was the year when I started to have self-awareness, self-consciousness and even self-pity… If I were a flower, I had started “anticipating” my withering and falling even before I fully blossomed. Sometimes I was as sensitive as Lin Daiyu in the Dream of the Red Chamber. A breeze of wind, a dry leaf, or a faded petal was enough to stir my heart. Life was so short, so uncertain, and so easy to be hurt…So I made a decision to take a photo of myself at each and every birthday in all the coming years, so that I could have something to get hold on in the future…
And so, this is the first of a series of birthday photos.
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