
About This Novel
The morning air is too refreshing, and I dare not let the first car wash away its clarity. The street lights at night are warm, but I choose to walk through another tunnel as dark as ink. Love rises with the wind, and finally the wind blows away. I dare not touch the beautiful memories I once had, so I will let the wind carry my calls to the sky.
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