I Met You When the Clouds Dispersed

Time goes by, like fine sand slipping quietly from our fingertips. We obviously want to hold it tightly, but we still watch it go by bit by bit. Youth is as calm as spring water, as turbulent as waves, and as intoxicating as mountain breeze. Youth is worth recalling, recalling, and being obsessed with. However, whose youth has never been confused, whose youth has never had regrets, and whose youth has been glorious... This book is dedicated to those of us who were once young! ! ! ! ! ! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.