博客來’These poems and letters were once handwritten-sent to those who became fragments of my days. They were written in silence, beneath candlelight, or on nights that felt hard to survive. Each piece is an act of defiance against oblivion, an attempt to leave something that will outlive the pulse of the moment. For words, unlike time, do not die; they linger in the minds that dare to remember.
The Traces of Us is both an act of holding on and of letting go. It collects what love and loss have left behind-the faint warmth after parting, the residue of memory, and the tender beauty of things that choose to remain even after everything else has gone.
