
About This Novel
When I was fifteen years old and met you in midsummer, there were still raindrops hanging on the eaves. When we were sixteen years old, we were imagining the future in a school. You told me: ""The Collection of Birds" is boring. From now on, I will write you love letters." When you were seventeen and went through the college entrance examination, I was still studying. I told you: "The moon will not shine, just like I work hard to shine because of you." At the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of eighteen, you came from the dust to give me the last star. After that... I never saw you again. (To the boy.)
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