About This Novel
Life is limited, memory is limited, time passes, and years turn into sand. The stream of life flows freely, and some of the memories are buried in the dust and sand, and are washed out again, exposed before the eyes; some are returned to the dust with the gravel, and they are messy and impossible to sort out. And as time goes by, there is always a trace of poetry that wanders by, showing that you have walked through this world.
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