
About This Novel
Conspiracies, lies, believing everything like a fool. Starting point, ending point, struggling forward like a blind man in the darkness. On rainy nights with neon lights in the city, there are always people running away and people always falling down. People cried, laughed wildly, lost their watches, got drunk and vomited on the roadside, had all their banknotes emptied from their bodies, and their bloody knives fell into the sewers on the roadside. I came from the huge curtain, remembering the end of the road ahead and forgetting the direction of home behind me. Ta-ta-ta-ta- Leather boots stepped lightly on the puddle at the corner of the street, and a stray wild dog was reflected in the light.
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