
About This Novel
Let the scorching sun burn, loneliness is the whiteness of the sky, hiding you is my greatest meanness, you don't have to remember it. No matter how beautiful the words are, they can't describe my emotions. They are hidden in the memories of the past, sinking deeper and deeper into the swamp.
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