If life was like the beginning, we would not question it and complain from time to time. There would not be so much if everything was so consistent. The laughter of spring, the playfulness of summer, the comfort of autumn, the joy of winter, the life in the memories is so fulfilling and consistent, just like the old wine becomes more and more fragrant with time, making people unable to help but be intoxicated and never know where to go.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
