We once carried our dead hearts in the busy traffic. I don't know why, in the long journey of life, our eyes were yellow, but we contained tears. We drank wine and talked happily, and our sadness flowed back into a river. Aoko's story is a mirror that allows contemporary young people to find their own shadow, sigh that there is love in the world, and find a resonance of their own.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
