Those Flowers Are Blooming
by Stony Ground
About This Novel
Are those flowers still there? Are those flowers old? I can't help but think of those years, yes! The memories have been fixed at that time, the laughter at that time, the love at that time... I didn't talk to others because I was already used to such loneliness. The light disappeared together with the flowing clouds, and the coming of darkness began to soothe my heart. Huddled there, everything was so quiet, so quiet. I tried to find my own direction, but I was so helpless. All I know is that I am following this path. The light shed by the street lamp is so bright, but there is only one person who appreciates it. The wind howled, and her long hair swayed in the wind. My eyes were dry, but I looked ahead persistently. Even though I looked far and wide, I could only see a yellow line in the distance, with stars twinkling with intoxicating light. I know that my heart is still that monotonous gray. The night is still so quiet, and the person in the night is still alone. A collection of essays about love, dreams, chasing stars, growth, and insights.
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