The touch of youth, the joy of ignorance. Is the person face to face still the same person as before? The story begins in midsummer, when the cicadas begin to chirp. It contains not only the sweat of young people's hard work, but also the beautiful lady whom I miss in sleepless nights. The tip of the pen touches the shadow of youth in the next chapter, counting the passing years, and looking for your appearance in my mind.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
