







It has been my family tradition to celebrate birthdays according to the lunar calendar, so it wasn’t until I moved abroad that I began to celebrate my birthday according to the Gregorian calendar, because I did not want to explain why I need a different calendar from everyone else. Just as I switched to a new language and a new name that I created myself, I even changed the way I counted the days.
But the moon remains a sacred symbol to me. The Chinese folklore of Chang’e flying to the moon has made the moon a symbol of longing for reunion since ancient times. Whenever I see a full moon while abroad, I can not help but feel a wave of longing for my family mixed with a sense of guilt, something I would never verbalize to them.
There is a famous story that Japanese writer Natsume Soseki suggested that the English phrase I love you should be translated into Japanese as the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it? Because it's unnatural for them to express such profound feelings directly. Instead, it's conveyed by the shared attention to a fleeting moment, by the suggestion between the words, the desire to share this moment with someone you love. I want this book to be the embodiment of my longing, a shared moment across distance.