About This Novel
The same night, the same boredom, squandering the time stolen from success. While watching a drama, I mentioned that I had lived like an isolated island, and occasionally my eyes were stung by the stolen moonlight. When I looked out the window, I remembered the scenes in the past. I had not lived like an isolated island. I pretended to write this article as a certificate that I could hold in my hand when I look back.
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