I stood on the tallest building in Nan City, overlooking everything that had happened. Those passing times and those faces are scattered in the air with the wind. The waves crashed on the shore, and a heavy fog appeared on the calm sea. The fog dispersed. Brother, love. Ruthless society, I am still playing my own frost waltz, love song. Songs of resentment, songs of joy, songs of love. As I play, I will meet those people again.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
