Life will eventually be lived by us into a run-down hotel. Every room will be occupied, emptied, and used. Each key will be smudged by different fingerprints, confused, and give off an ambiguous light. You who are slow talkers or clever lies, you who are used to being deceived, you who don’t even know you are telling lies, come on, come on, I will light the lamp in my shop. The dim gas light gives you a room number. Because I am actually just like you. ——Formerly known as Li Di'an, Chinese youth literature female writer Di'an