What I can't understand is why do humans always move forward with dreams? What will the dream bring? People in the ward may never understand.
The gray stars twinkled in the night sky, the water gurgled under the ground, and the leaves in the wind squeaked like a crying baby. The boy's dream was shattered, and the person who held an early funeral for him had no regrets. Even if he stayed still, he would not sink quietly because of it.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
