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 in that hot summer that I am very familiar with, I actually lost my way.
Even though many years later, we finally learned to smile and not disturb each other, you are still the inviolable secret of my youthful joy.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
