Four Seasons of Paranoia

Missing is like the wind, and I am afraid that the wind is too quiet and I have not heard it clearly; missing is like a disease, and I am afraid that the wind is too loud and will blow my eardrums. In the summer, I cry quietly with emotion. You may never know that I lost my way in that hot summer that I am very familiar with. Even though many years later, we finally learned to smile and not disturb each other, you are still the joy of my youth and a secret that cannot be blasphemed. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.